
THOUGHT OF THE MOMENT:
Freedom, Prosperity and Peace...
FOREVER.
THE LITTLE RED HEN -
Once upon a time, on a farm in Texas, there was a little red hen who scratched about
the barnyard until she uncovered quite a few grains of wheat.
She called all of her
neighbors together and said, "If we plant this wheat, we shall have bread to eat.
Who will help me plant it?"
"Not I," said the cow.
"Not I," said the duck.
"Not I,"
said the pig.
"Not I," said the goose.
"Then I will do it by myself," said the little
red hen. And so she did. The wheat grew very tall and ripened into golden
grain.
"Who
will help me reap my wheat?" asked the little red hen.
"Not I," 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.
At last it came time to bake the bread. "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 drop out 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!" cried the cow.
"Capitalist leech!" screamed the duck.
"I demand equal rights!"
yelled the goose.
The pig just grunted in disdain.
And they all painted "Unfair!" picket
signs and marched around and around the little red hen, shouting obscenities.
Then
a government agent came, he said to the little red hen, "You must not be so greedy."
"But
I earned the bread," said the little red hen.
"Exactly," said the agent. "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, the productive
workers must divide the fruits of their labor with those who are lazy and idle."
And
they all lived happily ever after, 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, as long as there was free bread.
Bill
Clinton is getting $12 million for his memoirs.
His wife Hillary got $8 million for
hers.
That's $20 million for memories from two people who for eight years repeatedly
testified, under oath, that they couldn't remember anything.
God Bless America!