A Fairy Tale for Our Time.

August 9, 2008

Received this from BCL via email. Thanks Love. Great story for our time…

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 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. (Nancy Pelosi)

Nancy Pelosi, the lazy cow.

Nancy Pelosi, the lazy cow.

‘Capitalist leech!’ screamed the duck. (Barbara Boxer)

Barbara Boxer, the farked up duck.

Barbara Boxer, the farked up duck.

‘I demand equal rights!’ yelled the goose. (Jesse Jackson)

Jesse Jacked, the cooked-up goose.

Jesse Jacked, the cooked-up goose.

The pig just grunted in disdain. (Ted Kennedy)

Ted "The Killer" Kennedy. The picture says it all.

Ted "The Killer" Kennedy. The picture says it all.

And they all painted ‘Unfair!’ picket signs and marched around and
around the little red hen, shouting obscenities.

Then the farmer Obama came. He said to the little red hen, ‘You must
not be so greedy.’

Obama, the farmer of soul.

Obama, the farmer of soul.

‘But I earned the bread,’ said the little red hen.

‘Exactly,’ said Barack the farmer. ‘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…so long as there was free bread that ‘the rich’ were paying for.

EPILOGUE

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?

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