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 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!" 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 government agents smiled.
'Fairness' had been established. Individual initiative had
died, but nobody noticed; perhaps no one cared.....as long
as there was free bread that "the rich" were paying for.
Bill Clinton is getting $12 million for his
memoirs.
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.
IS THIS A GREAT
COUNTRY, OR WHAT?
