The Little Red Hen

>>Once upon a time, on a farm in Arkansas, 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 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.
>>"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.
>>His wife 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.
>>
>>God Bless America

I would laugh at the absurdity of it all, but it hurts to much to smile.