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 age 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 at another table was paying attention to the spectacle
unfolding before their eyes, the old man shaking his head in apparent disgust of
the group.
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? 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 my
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, enthusiasm and support. These are my
terms. Here are your keys.
I
handed the keys forward and the young man looked at me dumbfounded.
Are
you out of your mind? What insane fool 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.
Sorry,,
too late. 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. You are my slave and I now have power
over you as you agreed. 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 of Saint Obama supporters became a
unified group against the unfairness of the deal,, an amusing contrast to the
Obama chant of fairness to all.
After
a few moments of unrepeatable comments and slurs, I revealed my true intent.
What I
did to you is what Obama and his supporting administration and congress did to
you with the health care legislation. I easily suckered you in and then later
revealed the real cost of the bargain. Your folly was in the belief that you can
have something for free that 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 of the truth permitted reason to escape you.
You have entered into a trap from which you cannot escape. 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. It is control. It is
dictatorship!
With
that, I tore up the napkin to cancel the obligation and placed it before the
astonished young man. This is the nature of your new Saint Obama health care
legislation that the "stupid Republicans" and Independents in America tried to
inform and warn everyone about.
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 people don't understand Liberty and don't know
how to defend it.
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.
1.
Remember...
Four boxes keep us free: the soap box, the ballot box, the jury box, and the
cartridge box.
2.
THIS
SHOULD GO AROUND THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA SO PEOPLE CAN SEE JUST WHAT IS
GOING ON. UNLESS THEY ARE ABSOLUTE MORONS, MAYBE EVEN THE POLITICALLY BLIND ONES
WILL SEE THE TRUTH AND LEARN SOMETHING FROM IT.
"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."