A friend from Pennsylvania on Google+ posted this the other day and I liked it so much I want to pass it on. My normal blogs are about 500 words and this is about twice that length but I think once you start reading it, you won't consider it too long.
It concerns one man's way of proving to the naysayers the folly of Obamacare:
I was in my neighborhood restaurant this
morning and was seated behind a group of jubilant individuals celebrating the
coming implementation of the health care bill. I could not finish my breakfast.
This is what ensued:
They were a diverse group of several races and
both sexes. I heard a young man exclaim, “Isn’t Obama like Jesus Christ? I
mean, after all, he is healing the sick.”
A young woman enthusiastically proclaimed,
“Yeah, and he does it for free. I cannot believe anyone would think that a free
market wouldn't work for health care.”
Another said, "The stupid Republicans want
us all to starve to death so they can inherit all of the power. Obama should be
made a Saint for what he did for those of us less fortunate.”
At this, I had more than enough. I arose from my
seat, mustering all the restraint I could find, and approached their table.
“Please excuse me; may I impose upon you for one moment?”
They smiled and welcomed me to the conversation.
I stood at the end of their table, smiled as best I could and began an
experiment.
“I would like to give one of you my house. It
will cost you no money and I will pay all of the expenses and taxes for as long
as you live there. Anyone interested?”
They looked at each other in astonishment. “Why
would you do something like that?” asked a young man, “There isn’t anything for
free in this world.” They began to laugh
at me, as they did not realize this man had just made my point.
“I am serious, I will give you my house for
free, no money whatsoever. Anyone interested?”
In unison, a resounding “Yeah” fills the room.
“Since there are too many of you, I will have to make a choice as to who
receives this money-free bargain.”
I noticed an elderly couple was paying attention
to the spectacle unfolding before their eyes, the old man shaking his head in
apparent disgust.
“I tell you what; I will give it to the one of
you most willing to obey my rules.”
Again, they looked at one another, an expression
of bewilderment on their faces.
The perky young woman asked, “What are the
rules?”
I smiled and said, “I don’t know. I have not yet
defined them. However, it is a free home that I offer you.”
They giggled amongst themselves, the youngest of
which said, “What an old coot. He must be crazy to give away his home. Go take
your meds, old man.”
I smiled and leaned into the table a bit
further. “I am serious, this is a legitimate offer.”
They gaped at me for a moment. “I’ll take it you old fool. Where are the
keys?” boasted the youngest among them.
“Then I presume you accept ALL of my terms
then?” I asked.
The elderly couple seemed amused and entertained
as they watched from the privacy of their table. “Oh, yeah! Where do I sign
up?”
I took a napkin and wrote, “I give this man my
home, without the burden of financial obligation, so long as he accepts and
abides by the terms that I shall set forth upon consummation of this
transaction.”
I signed it and handed it to the young man who
eagerly scratched out his signature.
“Where are the keys to my new house?” he asked
in a mocking tone of voice.
All eyes were upon us as I stepped back from the
table, pulling the keys from pocket and dangling them before the excited new
homeowner.
“Now that we have entered into this binding
contract, witnessed by all of your friends, I have decided upon the conditions
you are obligated to adhere to from this point forward:
“You may only live in the house for one hour a
day. You will not use anything inside of the home. You will obey me without
question or resistance. I expect complete loyalty and admiration for this gift
I bestow upon you. You will accept my commands and wishes with enthusiasm, no
matter the nature. Your morals and principles shall be as mine. You will vote
as I do, think as I do and do it with blind faith. These are my terms. Here are
your keys.”
I reached the keys forward and the young man
looked at me dumbfounded. “Are you out of your mind? Who
would ever agree to those ridiculous terms?” the young man appeared irritated.
“You did when you signed this contract before
reading it, understanding it and with the full knowledge that I would provide
my conditions only after you committed to the agreement.”
The elderly man chuckled as his wife tried to
restrain him. I was looking at a now silenced and bewildered group of people.
“You can shove that stupid deal up your a** old
man. I want no part of it!” exclaimed the now infuriated young man.
“You have committed to the contract, as witnessed
by all of your friends. You cannot get out of the deal unless I agree to it. I
do not intend to let you free now that I have you ensnared. I am the power you
agreed to. I am the one you blindly and without thought chose to enslave
yourself to. In short, I am your Master.”
At this, the table of celebrating individuals
became a unified group against the unfairness of the deal.
After a few moments of unrepeatable comments and
slurs, I revealed my true intent.
“What I did to you is what this administration
and congress did to you with the health care legislation. I easily suckered you
in and then revealed the real cost of the bargain. Your folly was in the belief
that you can have something you did not earn, and for that which you did not
earn, you willingly allowed someone else to think for you. Your failure to
research, study and inform yourself permitted reason to escape you. You have
entered into a trap from which you cannot flee. Your only chance of freedom is
if your new Master gives it to you. A freedom that is given can also be taken
away. Therefore, it is not freedom at all.”
With that, I tore up the napkin and placed it
before the astonished young man. “This is the nature of your new health care
legislation.”
I turned away to leave these few in thought and
contemplation -- and was surprised by applause.
The elderly gentleman, who was clearly
entertained, shook my hand enthusiastically and said, “Thank you, Sir. These
kids don’t understand liberty .”
He refused to allow me to pay my bill as he
said, “You earned this one. It is an honor to pick up the tab.”
I shook his hand in thanks, leaving the
restaurant somewhat humbled and sensing a glimmer of hope for my beloved
country.
Remember... Four boxes keep us free: the
soap box, the ballot box, the jury box, and the cartridge box.
"Any
man who thinks he can be happy and prosperous by letting the American Government
take care of him better take a closer look at
the American Indian."
Henry Ford
Cohen mentions
that Casey once asked his team: "Can't
anybody here play this game?" He
goes on to say “That phrase kept coming at me recently as I watched the
impressively inept performance of the Obama administration in both foreign and
domestic policy. On a given day, this administration makes the '62 Mets look
good.” Whoa! Cohen goes on with a carefully crafted
dialogue breaking down the errors of the Obama administration. Read the whole column here.
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