Oh Phil,
I love this one! At least, a new forward with a very true
message. Thank you.This is up there with the Noah's Ark one.
You know, I hate to say it, and I'll probably get in deep water for
this one, but I have to admit that, last night, during that all night
drama session, put on by our senators, who, evidently didn't even
really stay there, I couldn't help but entertain thoughts of, well,
shall we say, thoughts of proof that terrorism is alive and well in
our world. Don't worry, I've repented, but I am just so frustrated
with the crowd of jesters who claim to be running our country right
now, who's main concern is getting re-elected, not preserving or
protecting our nation, that I could scream!
Kathy Who had better not say anything more for fear that the
monitoring police will take her away and convict her of, conspiracy?
At 02:56 PM 7/18/2007, you wrote:
>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 and 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 shall 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 shall 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. (Pelosi)
>
> "Capitalist leech!" screamed the duck. (Boxer)
>
> "I demand equal rights!" yelled the goose. (Jesse Jackson)
>
> The pig just grunted in disdain. (Hoffa)
>
> 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.)
>
> Then 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 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?
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