"Who
will help me plant my wheat?" asked the little red hen.
"Not
me," said the cow.
"Not
me," said the duck.
"Not
me," said the pig.
"Not
me," said the goose.
"Then
I will do it by myself." She planted her crop and the
wheat
grew and ripened.
"Who
will help me reap my wheat?" asked the little red hen.
"Not
me," said the duck.
"Out
of my classification," said the pig.
"I'd
lose my seniority," said the cow.
"I'd
lose my unemployment compensation," said the goose.
"Then
I will do it by myself," said the little red hen, and
so
she did.
"Who
will help me bake the bread?" asked the little red hen.
"That
would be overtime for me," said the cow.
"I'd
lose my welfare benefits," said the duck.
"I'm
a dropout and never learned how," said the pig.
"If
I'm to be the only helper, that's discrimination," said
the
goose.
"Then
I will do it by myself," said the little red hen.
She
baked five loaves and held them up for all of her
neighbors
to see. They wanted some and, in fact,
demanded a share but the little red hen said, "No, I shall eat all five
loaves."
"Excess
profits!" screeched the Nancy Pelosi crow.
"Capitalist
leech!" quacked the Barbara Boxer duck.
"I
demand equal rights!" hissed the Jesse Jackson goose.
The
Harry Reid pig just sniffed and grunted in disdain.
And
they all painted 'Unfair!' picket signs and marched
around
and around the little red hen, shouting obscenities.
When
the Obama farmer came, he told the little red hen, "You must not be so
greedy."
"But
I earned the bread," said the little red hen.
"Exactly,"
said Barack the farmer. "That is what makes our free enterprise system so
wonderful. Anyone in the barnyard can earn as much as he wants. But under our
modern government regulations, productive workers must divide the fruits of
their labors with those who are lazy and idle."
And
they all lived happily for a bit after that, including the little red hen, who
smiled and clucked, "I am grateful, for now I truly understand."
But
her neighbors became quite disappointed in her. She
never
again baked bread because she joined the 'party' and got her bread free. And
all the Democrats smiled. 'Fairness' had been established.
Individual
initiative had died but nobody noticed; perhaps
no
one cared so long as there was free bread for which 'the rich' were paying
And
perhaps . . . this is the end.
The
next week, there was no bread, or
anything else to
eat.
So, they all starved equally.
EPILOGUE:
Bill
Clinton is getting $12 million for his memoirs.
Hillary
got $8 million for hers.
That's
$20 million for the memories from two people, who for eight years repeatedly
testified, under oath, that they couldn't remember anything.
DO WE LIVE
IN A GREAT BARNYARD OR WHAT?
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