Of Democrats and other animals

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    The Little Red Hen

    Once upon a time, on a farm in Indiana, 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

    "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 Democrats smiled. 'Fairness' had been
    established. Individual initiative had died but nobody
    noticed; perhaps no one cared, as long as there was
    free bread.


    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 a damn thing.

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