A friend, who ordinarily I'd 86 were he not a bartender, sends me stuff, including the anecdote below.
In a complex world, there's a reason why the Right exists.
They simplify:
The $50 Lesson:
Recently, while I was working in the flower beds in the front yard, my neighbors stopped to chat as they returned home from walking their dog.
During our friendly conversation, I asked their little girl what she wanted to be when she grows up.
She said she wanted to be President some day.
Both of her parents, liberal Democrats, were standing there, so I asked her, "If you were President what would be the first thing you would do?"
She replied... "I'd give food and houses to all the homeless people."
Her parents beamed with pride!
"Wow...what a worthy goal!" I said. "But you don't have to wait until you're President to do that!" I told her.
"What do you mean?" she replied.
So I told her, "You can come over to my house and mow the lawn, pull weeds, and trim my hedge, and I'll pay you $50. Then you can go over to the grocery store where the homeless guy hangs out, and you can give him the $50 to use toward food and a new house."
She thought that over for a few seconds, then she looked me straight in the eye and asked, "Why doesn't the homeless guy come over and do the work, and you can just pay him the $50?"
I said, "Welcome to the Republican Party."
Her parents aren't speaking to me.
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THE COUNTERPROPOSAL
Recently, while cleaning my shotgun (the local militia had reported jack-booted thugs in the neighborhood, some riding black helicopters flying in the night, a neighbor, a conservative Republican, dropped by with his son.
During our conversation, I asked the young man what he’d like to do when he graduated. “Well, ultimately, I want to be a general in the army, to protect the country,” he replied, as his father beamed.
“Wow, what a worthy goal!” I replied, “but how do you plan to accomplish such a lofty goal?”
“Well, he replied, “my grades are tops in the school, I’m the starting quarterback on my unbeaten high school team, and I’ve just been elected class president, and I work part time in our local congressional office. I’m a Young Republican and believe that socialism is evil. Our representative has offered to sponsor my application to the U.S. Military Academy at West Point; I understand that my chances of gaining admission are excellent.”
“I hate socialism, too,” I replied. The idea that some people benefit from the hard work and sacrifice of others doesn’t sit well with me, either.
I didn’t tell him that since I’m getting along in years and can no longer work as I did when a young man that I’m living off Social Security. My wife has her health plan paid by Medicare, otherwise she wouldn’t be able to see the doctor about her chronic heart condition, nor would we be able to afford the medications she’s been using year after year.
West Point, that’s a free engineering education, isn’t it? Worth about half-a-million in today’s money, over four years?
“That’s right,” he said, and not only that, but if I ever gave up on the idea of becoming a general, after five years active duty I could retire from the military and find a good job in industry; I hear that they really like people who’ve succeeded in completing the military academy; something about self-discipline, dedication, and other desirable qualities.
“You’re right,“ I said, “I know people who’ve done that and succeeded very nicely. Congratulations; go for it. You’re future seems set!”
What I didn’t mention was that the troops he’d be leading someday would come mainly from the poorer ranks of the civilian population, people who had difficulty finding jobs in the private sector. They were paid by ordinary taxpayers. The military equipment, airplanes, bases, tanks, munitions, ships, uniforms, guns, equipment, supplies, etc., were all paid for by people who weren’t going to use them or even see them. The military was sent into action by the civilian leadership which itself didn’t usually have to fight, consisting of older people beyond service age.
Paying for government and the armed forces seemed not much different than my receiving Social Security or my wife receiving Medicare far beyond her contributions.
Then there’s the question of the people thrown out of work by the poor economy or those who failed to succeed because of health problems or bad parents, bad upbringing, their own bad choices, etc. We could support them in prison or support them before they got in trouble and found themselves in jail. Either way, there’s a lot of people for the hardworking taxpayer to support. But if we don’t provide them with some support, what happens to their kids? The kids grow up as poorly as their parents and then they get in trouble, too. We go from bad to worse unless we do something; maybe it’s better to provide these folks with a safety net just so we can help them along; they’re not all bad; some are just up against it, like the people thrown out of work during the Great Depression of the 1930s.
“But that’s socialism,” isn’t it, said the young cadet-to-be?
“You can call it anything you want,” I said. “Jesus might’ve called it the Christian thing to do,” if there’d been Christianity in his day, which there wasn’t, that not being invented for another two centuries or so.
The early Hebrews, Greeks, Persian and Arabic speakers all had traditions of providing hospitality and alms-giving to the tired and weary traveler and the poor, quite apart from Christianity. No one called it socialism, then. That term didn’t become a bad word until Marx and Engels became fearsome and the haves began to fear the have nots. Our founding fathers also feared the have-nots, which is why they incorporated so many anti-democratic features to our constitution and such major protections for the institution of private property. They didn’t mind funding a navy to protect their trade routes however. Some, today, call this socialism for the rich, capitalism for the poor. We saw an example of it during the 2008 banking crisis when the poor taxpayer bailed out the rich bankers on Wall Street. You didn’t hear the rich hollering “socialism” then.
“I’d watch out the labels, if I were you, and concentrate on what is really going on, if you can shine a light on it. Otherwise you might be reading about “Occupy West Point” or the Pentagon, some day.”
He said he’d think about it.
“Welcome to the world, son.”
