Once upon a time, on a farm in Virginia, 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 Democrat 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 r ed 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. (Nancy Pelosi)
"Capitalist leech!" screamed the duck. (Barbara Boxer)
"I demand equal rights!" yelled the goose. (Jesse Jackson)
The pig just grunted in disdain. (Jimmy Carter)
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 establi she d. Individual initiative
had died, but nobody noticed; perhaps no one cared... so 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 the memories from
two people, who for eight years, repeatedly testified, under oath, that
they couldn't remember anything.
IS THIS A GREAT BARNYARD OR WHAT?
scratched about the barnyard until she uncovered quite a few grains of
wheat.
She called all of her Democrat 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 r ed 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. (Nancy Pelosi)
"Capitalist leech!" screamed the duck. (Barbara Boxer)
"I demand equal rights!" yelled the goose. (Jesse Jackson)
The pig just grunted in disdain. (Jimmy Carter)
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 establi she d. Individual initiative
had died, but nobody noticed; perhaps no one cared... so 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 the memories from
two people, who for eight years, repeatedly testified, under oath, that
they couldn't remember anything.
IS THIS A GREAT BARNYARD OR WHAT?
