THE LITTLE RED HEN – in today’s POLITICAL WORLD… 

 

IS THIS A GREAT BARNYARD  STORY OR WHAT? 

Would you have ever thought that the barnyard could tell such an important tale so well?                   

“Who will help me plant my wheat?”

asked the Little Red Hen. 

“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.” 

So, the Little Red Hen planted her crop

and the wheat grew and ripened.

 

  “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.  

 

  “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 the wonderful aroma filled the land,

all of her neighbors couldn’t help but enjoy the fragrance.

 They wanted some and, in fact,

demanded a share

but the Little Red Hen said,

“No, I have worked hard on all five loaves,

and I will freeze what I don’t eat.”   

“Excess profits!” cried Nancy Pelosi the cow.

“Capitalist leech!” screamed Barbara Boxer the duck.

“I demand equal rights!” yelled Jesse Jackson the goose.

Harry Reid the pig just grunted in the disdain. 

And they all painted ‘Unfair!’ picket signs

and marched around and around the Little Red Hen,

shouting obscenities.

 

Then Obama the farmer came.

He said to the Little Red Hen,

“You must not be so greedy.”

“But I worked and 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 not working and are 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

since she never again baked bread

because she joined the ‘party’ 

and got her bread free. ‘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…

and one is now running for President!!!   IS THIS A GREAT BARNYARD OR WHAT? 

“WHO IS THE FRIED CHICKEN?”

 

HAVE YOU FIGURED IT OUT YET…