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Friday July 6, 2007. 10:28 PM
I found a copy of this in the files of the previous directors of camp norwesca. I seriously question why it was there; i was shocked when i read it.
The truth at last about 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 some grains of wheat. She called her neighbors 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," said the little red hen. And she did. The wheat grew 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," said the little red hen, and she did.
At last the time came to bake the bread. "Who will help me bake 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," said the little red hen.
She baked five loaves and held them up for the neighbors to see.
They all wanted some and, in fact, demanded a share. But the little red hen said, "No, I can eat the five loaves myself."
"Excess profits," cried the cow.
"Capitalist leech," screamed the duck.
"I demand equal rights," yelled the goose.
And the pig just grunted in disdain.
And they painted "Unfair!" picket signs and marched round and around the little red hen shouting obscenities.
When the 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's the wonderful free enterprise system. 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 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 becaseu she joined the "Democratic party" and got her bread for 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.
While this does provide a fairly good critique of the system under the USSR, i get spitting mad when i am confronted with the fact that there are people in the US that believe that poor people are poor because they are lazy. Really mad. Really, really mad. Like, i may need to go make loud noises by banging hollow objects mad. Grrrr.
Thursday July 5, 2007. 6:48 PM
Today=sitting behind a desk from 9-5:30 looking through old files deciding what needs to be kept and what can be tossed. My eyes feel like they will sublimate if i see another piece of paper with writing on it. Exhausted.
Free time for djembe may be the best thing about being alone here.
I found a copy of this in the files of the previous directors of camp norwesca. I seriously question why it was there; i was shocked when i read it.
The truth at last about 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 some grains of wheat. She called her neighbors 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," said the little red hen. And she did. The wheat grew 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," said the little red hen, and she did.
At last the time came to bake the bread. "Who will help me bake 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," said the little red hen.
She baked five loaves and held them up for the neighbors to see.
They all wanted some and, in fact, demanded a share. But the little red hen said, "No, I can eat the five loaves myself."
"Excess profits," cried the cow.
"Capitalist leech," screamed the duck.
"I demand equal rights," yelled the goose.
And the pig just grunted in disdain.
And they painted "Unfair!" picket signs and marched round and around the little red hen shouting obscenities.
When the 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's the wonderful free enterprise system. 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 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 becaseu she joined the "Democratic party" and got her bread for 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.
While this does provide a fairly good critique of the system under the USSR, i get spitting mad when i am confronted with the fact that there are people in the US that believe that poor people are poor because they are lazy. Really mad. Really, really mad. Like, i may need to go make loud noises by banging hollow objects mad. Grrrr.
Thursday July 5, 2007. 6:48 PM
Today=sitting behind a desk from 9-5:30 looking through old files deciding what needs to be kept and what can be tossed. My eyes feel like they will sublimate if i see another piece of paper with writing on it. Exhausted.
Free time for djembe may be the best thing about being alone here.