Democrats Vs Americans... "occupiers" Vs Tea Party Real Americans

[calfoxwc]

The Ant and the Grasshopper<P align=left>by Jim Quinn

 

The Original Version</STRONG>

 

The ant busts his ass in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks he's a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away. Come winter the ant is warm and well fed. The grasshopper has no food or shelter so he dies out in the cold.

 

The New Liberal Version</STRONG>

 

It starts out the same but when winter comes the shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving. CBS, NBC, and ABC show up and show pictures of the shivering grasshopper next to film of the ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food.

 

America is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can it be, in a country of such wealth that this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so? Then a representative of the NAAGB (The National Association of Green Bugs) shows up on Night Line and charges the ant with "Green Bias" and makes the case that the grasshopper is the victim of 30 million years of greenism. Kermit the frog appears on Oprah with the grasshopper and everybody cries when he sings "It's Not Easy Being Green."

 

Bill and Hillary Clinton make a special guest appearance on the CBS evening news and tell a concerned Dan Rather That they will do everything they can for the grasshopper who has been denied the prosperity he deserves by those who benefited unfairly during the summer, or as Bill refers to it, the "Temperatures Of The 80's".

 

Finally the EEOC drafts the "Economic Equity and Anti-Greenism Act" RECTRO-ACTIVE to the beginning of the summer. The ant is fined for failing to hire a proportionate number of green bugs and having nothing left to pay his Retro-Active taxes, his home is confiscated by the government. The story ends as we see the grasshopper finishing up the last bits of the ant's food while the government house he's in....which just happens to be the ant's old house.... crumbles around him since he doesn't know how to maintain it. The ant has disappeared in the snow. And on the TV; which the grasshopper bought by selling most of the ant's food, Bill Clinton is standing before a wildly applauding group of Democrats announcing that a new era of "Fairness" has dawned in America.

 

The Ant and the Grasshopper

by Jim Quinn

 

The Original Version

 

The ant busts his ass in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter. The grasshopper thinks he's a fool and laughs and dances and plays the summer away. Come winter the ant is warm and well fed. The grasshopper has no food or shelter so he dies out in the cold.

 

The New Liberal Version

 

It starts out the same but when winter comes the shivering grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving. CBS, NBC, and ABC show up and show pictures of the shivering grasshopper next to film of the ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food.

 

America is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can it be, in a country of such wealth that this poor grasshopper is allowed to suffer so? Then a representative of the NAAGB (The National Association of Green Bugs) shows up on Night Line and charges the ant with "Green Bias" and makes the case that the grasshopper is the victim of 30 million years of greenism. Kermit the frog appears on Oprah with the grasshopper and everybody cries when he sings "It's Not Easy Being Green."

 

Bill and Hillary Clinton make a special guest appearance on the CBS evening news and tell a concerned Dan Rather That they will do everything they can for the grasshopper who has been denied the prosperity he deserves by those who benefited unfairly during the summer, or as Bill refers to it, the "Temperatures Of The 80's".

 

Finally the EEOC drafts the "Economic Equity and Anti-Greenism Act" RECTRO-ACTIVE to the beginning of the summer. The ant is fined for failing to hire a proportionate number of green bugs and having nothing left to pay his Retro-Active taxes, his home is confiscated by the government.

 

The story ends as we see the grasshopper finishing up the last bits of the ant's food while the government house he's in....which just happens to be the ant's old house.... crumbles around him since he doesn't know how to maintain it. The ant has disappeared in the snow. And on the TV; which the grasshopper bought by selling most of the ant's food, Bill Clinton OBAMAO is standing before a wildly applauding group of Democrats announcing that a new era of "Fairness" has dawned in America.

 

 

 

 

 

[MLD Woody]

Ants are all sterile chicks

 

Ants are also the perfect definition of socialism and the ability to adapt

 

 

lol

 

Ants are the worst thing a conservative could relate too

[Kosar_For_President]

Ants are the worst thing a conservative could relate too

 

I was thinking the same thing as I started to real Cal's senile rant.

[calfoxwc]

it isn't my rant, K.

 

Read for a change. I clearly showed the author of the story.

 

Society <> socialism.

 

Change it to the hen and the rest of the lazy chickens.

 

Change it to the honeybee and the bear.

 

the point is, the dirtbag occupiers chanted "YOU HAVE, WE WANT"

 

They are the grasshoppers.

[MLD Woody]

You're a moron.

 

So is the guy who wrote this.

 

Ants and bees are the definition of socialism

[calfoxwc]

Right. You use "your" when you mean "you're"...

 

and you use "through" when you mean "throw"...

 

and you allege that you are in college?

 

Bah. You seem to have extremely feeble little to add to any discussion.

[MLD Woody]

I'm sorry I type things really fast and from my phone a lot

 

 

I didn't realize a typo invalidated an argument. If that was true 90% of the Tea Party platform would be out the window.

 

 

 

 

and if you are at the point where you need to insult my grammar, I think we know who actually isn't bringing anything to the discussion...

 

(and you insulting my intelligence is like me insulting your case of dementia)

[calfoxwc]

No, it is NOT a "typo" when you correctly spell the wrong word in place of what you intended

 

Here, I'll post another fable - so maybe you might finally have a dim lightbulb go on:

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The Fable of Henny-Penny (Updated for Modern Times)

Project Gutenberg ^

 

The Little Red Hen

 

 

A Little Red Hen lived in a barnyard. She spent almost all of her time walking about the barnyard in her picketty-pecketty fashion, scratching everywhere for worms.

She dearly loved fat, delicious worms and felt they were absolutely necessary to the health of her children. As often as she found a worm she would call "Chuck-chuck-chuck!" to her chickies.

When they were gathered about her, she would distribute choice morsels of her tid-bit. A busy little body was she!

A cat usually napped lazily in the barn door, not even bothering herself to scare the rat who ran here and there as he pleased. And as for the pig who lived in the sty--he did not care what happened so long as he could eat and grow fat.

One day the Little Red Hen found a Seed. It was a Wheat Seed, but the Little Red Hen was so accustomed to bugs and worms that she supposed this to be some new and perhaps very delicious kind of meat. She bit it gently and found that it resembled a worm in no way whatsoever as to taste although because it was long and slender, a Little Red Hen might easily be fooled by its appearance.

 

 

Carrying it about, she made many inquiries as to what it might be. She found it was a Wheat Seed and that, if planted, it would grow up and when ripe it could be made into flour and then into bread.

When she discovered that, she knew it ought to be planted. She was so busy hunting food for herself and her family that, naturally, she thought she ought not to take time to plant it.So she thought of the Pig--upon whom time must hang heavily and of the Cat who had nothing to do, and of the great fat Rat with his idle hours, and she called loudly:

 

 

"Who will plant the Seed?"

But the Pig said, "Not I," and the Cat said, "Not I," and the Rat said, "Not I."

"Well, then," said the Little Red Hen, "I will."

And she did.

 

 

Then she went on with her daily duties through the long summer days, scratching for worms and feeding her chicks, while the Pig grew fat, and the Cat grew fat, and the Rat grew fat, and the Wheat grew tall and ready for harvest.

So one day the Little Red Hen chanced to notice how large the Wheat was and that the grain was ripe, so she ran about calling briskly: "Who will cut the Wheat?"

The Pig said, "Not I," the Cat said, "Not I," and the Rat said, "Not I."

"Well, then," said the Little Red Hen, "I will."

 

 

And she did.

 

 

She got the sickle from among the farmer's tools in the barn and proceeded to cut off all of the big plant of Wheat.

On the ground lay the nicely cut Wheat, ready to be gathered and threshed, but the newest and yellowest and downiest of Mrs. Hen's chicks set up a "peep-peep-peeping" in their most vigorous fashion, proclaiming to the world at large, but most particularly to their mother, that she was neglecting them.

Poor Little Red Hen! She felt quite bewildered and hardly knew where to turn.

 

 

Her attention was sorely divided between her duty to her children and her duty to the Wheat, for which she felt responsible.

So, again, in a very hopeful tone, she called out, "Who will thresh the Wheat?"

But the Pig, with a grunt, said, "Not I,"and the Cat, with a meow, said, "Not I," and the Rat, with a squeak, said, "Not I."

 

 

So the Little Red Hen, looking, it must be admitted, rather discouraged, said, "Well, I will, then."

And she did.

 

 

Of course, she had to feed her babies first, though, and when she had gotten them all to sleep for their afternoon nap, she went out and threshed the Wheat. Then she called out: "Who will carry the Wheat to the mill to be ground?"

Turning their backs with snippy glee, that Pig said, "Not I,"

and that Cat said, "Not I," and that Rat said, "Not I."

So the good Little Red Hen could do nothing but say, "I will then."

 

And she did.

 

 

Carrying the sack of Wheat, she trudged off to the distant mill. There she ordered the Wheat ground into beautiful white flour. When the miller brought her the flour she walked slowly back all the way to her own barnyard in her own picketty-pecketty fashion.

She even managed, in spite of her load, to catch a nice juicy worm now and then and had one left for the babies when she reached them. Those cunning little fluff-balls were _so_ glad to see their mother. For the first time, they really appreciated her.

After this really strenuous day Mrs. Hen retired to her slumbers earlier than usual--indeed, before the colors came into the sky to herald the setting of the sun, her usual bedtime hour.

 

 

She would have liked to sleep late in the morning, but her chicks, joining in the morning chorus of the hen yard, drove away all hopes of such a luxury.

Even as she sleepily half opened one eye, the thought came to her that to-day that Wheat must, somehow, be made into bread.

She was not in the habit of making bread, although, of course, anyone can make it if he or she follows the recipe with care, and she knew perfectly well that she could do it if necessary.

So after her children were fed and made sweet and fresh for the day, she hunted up the Pig, the Cat and the Rat.

Still confident that they would surely help her some day she sang out, "Who will make the bread?"

Alas for the Little Red Hen! Once more her hopes were dashed! For the Pig said, "Not I,"

the Cat said, "Not I," and the Rat said, "Not I."

 

 

So the Little Red Hen said once more, "I will then," and she did.

 

 

Feeling that she might have known all the time that she would have to do it all herself, she went and put on a fresh apron and spotless cook's cap. First of all she set the dough, as was proper. When it was time she brought out the moulding board and the baking tins, moulded the bread, divided it into loaves, and put them into the oven to bake. All the while the Cat sat lazily by, giggling and chuckling.

 

And close at hand the vain Rat powdered his nose and admired himself in a mirror.

In the distance could be heard the long-drawn snores of the dozing Pig.

At last the great moment arrived. A delicious odor was wafted upon the autumn breeze. Everywhere the barnyard citizens sniffed the air with delight.

The Red Hen ambled in her picketty-pecketty way toward the source of all this excitement.

Although she appeared to be perfectly calm, in reality she could only with difficulty restrain an impulse to dance and sing, for had she not done all the work on this wonderful bread?

 

 

Small wonder that she was the most excited person in the barnyard!

She did not know whether the bread would be fit to eat, but--joy of joys!--when the lovely brown loaves came out of the oven, they were done to perfection.

Then, probably because she had acquired the habit, the Red Hen called: "Who will eat the Bread?"

All the animals in the barnyard were watching hungrily and smacking their lips in anticipation, and the Pig said, "I will," the Cat said, "I will," the Rat said, "I will."

But the Little Red Hen said,

 

 

"No, you won't. I will."

 

 

And she did.

 

 

[calfoxwc]

here's another updated version from somebody elses' post on a forum about the fable:

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“The Little Red Hen”: Then and Now

 

Forty years ago, a typical first grade teacher-student dialog regarding the lessons of “The Little Red Hen” might go something like the following:

 

Mrs. Jones: Now, children, what kind of lessons do you think we can learn from the story of “The Little Red Hen”?

 

Susie: That we need to work hard so we have something to eat?

 

Mrs. Jones: That’s right Susie. Anything else, class?

 

Johnny: That people who don’t work hard, don’t have anything to eat?

 

Mrs. Jones: That’s right Johnny. Now class, let’s work on addition.

 

In today’s classroom, we’re likely to see something like the following:

 

Ms. Jones: Now, children, what kind of lessons do you think we can learn from the story of “The Little Red Hen”?

 

Susie: That we need to work hard so we have something to eat?

 

Ms. Jones: Well, Susie, what about the Duck and the Cat and the Dog? Do you think we should let them starve to death just because they didn’t help this one time? Do you think that’s right?

 

Susie: Uh, well, I guess not.

 

Johnny: But, Ms. Jones, the Little Red Hen did all the work and the other animals wouldn’t ever help her, even though she asked for help a bunch of times.

 

Ms. Jones: Well, Johnny, maybe the other animals didn’t know they weren’t going to get any bread if they didn’t help, and then by the time the bread was made it was too late to help. Is it fair that they should starve to death just because they made one mistake?

 

Johnny: Uh, well, maybe not.

 

Ms. Jones: That’s good Johnny. Now, class how can we solve this problem? The Little Red Hen has all of the food and the other animals have none. What can we do?

 

Susie: I know! We could ask The Little Red Hen to share her food with the other animals.

 

Ms. Jones: But, Susie, we already know the Little Red Hen is selfish and has refused to share the bread with the other animals, preferring to let them starve to death, even though she has plenty of bread.

 

Johnny: I know! The other animals could beat her up and take the bread away from her!

 

Ms. Jones: Johnny, I’m shocked! That would be stealing! And if you persist with these violent thoughts, I’ll have to send you to the school psychologist for behavioral testing. Anyone else?

 

SILENCE

 

Ms. Jones: Well, what if the government passed a bread tax so The Little Red Hen got to keep a small amount of the bread, and the government got the rest to give to the other animals? Everyone would have some bread and no one would starve to death. Now wouldn’t that be fair?

 

Susie: Uh, I guess.

 

Ms. Jones: Good. Be sure to remember that class, because it may be on our next quiz. Now, lets move on to “Valuing Diversity”.

 

 

 

 

 

 

[MLD Woody]

I'll read those later, I'm sure I'll find something hilariously wrong with them

 

 

... but honestly if you are attacking my grammar it doesn't make your argument look that great.

[MLD Woody]

I'm not going to mention your grammar

 

And I may just have shit to do

[calfoxwc]

Now, Bunker, you should have spelled "poison"...with the "o".

 

I'm sure it was a typo. Unlike Woodpecker. Kinda the usual ploy.

 

when libs/lefts/progs/dems are wrong... they can't continue the banter all of a sudden,

 

and have "emergency" things to attend to.

 

Then, they come back later when the scary dust has settled and start over.

 

And Vapor, that isn't the only story in my life that leads me to understand God is there.

 

It's the most primary example, though.

[MLD Woody]

Now, Bunker, you should have spelled "poison"...with the "o".

 

I'm sure it was a typo. Unlike Woodpecker. Kinda the usual ploy.

 

when libs/lefts/progs/dems are wrong... they can't continue the banter all of a sudden,

 

and have "emergency" things to attend to.

 

Then, they come back later when the scary dust has settled and start over.

 

And Vapor, that isn't the only story in my life that leads me to understand God is there.

 

It's the most primary example, though.

 

Cal. You are a moron.

 

First, I wasn't wrong. I was never close to wrong. We just blew up your story.

 

Second, you really think that is why I said I couldn't post. I mean, what could an engineering student possibly have to do at 10 in the morning on a weekday. Hmmmmm.....

 

Third, that wasn't Bunker's only typo. He also used the wrong form of "too."

 

Fourth, that story is ridiculous. Chickens don't have opposable thumbs, how is it supposed to make bread from a seed?

 

And finally, all that story says is hard working people are better than lazy people, and I agree. It really has no political aspect. Unless you believe all liberals are lazy. In that case your political bias is so far gone that no one should take anything you say regarding politics seriously.

[calfoxwc]

You didn't blow anything up. You just avoided the discussion by cherry picking and diverting attention from the basic premise.

 

Now, you going to do the same with the Chicken story?

 

Maybe you'll say chickens are evil, and are socialists?

 

You can't talk about it, because the basic premise is one that most Americans understand,

 

and do not agree with.

 

Talk premise, or talk gibberish. You keep doing the latter.

 

And you call other posters "moron"? right.