A Fitting Poem for our Times

The Friday, November 4, 1949 edition of the Daily News in New York, a member of the Associated Press, posted the following.

ODE TO THE WELFARE STATE

"Mr. Truman's St. Paul, Minn., pie-for-everybody speech last night, reminded us that, at the tail-end of the recent session of Congress, Representative Clarence Brown (R-Ohio) jammed into Congressional Record the following poem, describing its author only 'as a prominent Democrat of the State of Georgia.'"

As we fight a burgeoning population of welfare citizens who do not pay taxes but feel entitled to the wealth of those who produce and choose to go to work every day, the poem brings to light the same mentality that is now screaming for more welfare, entitlements, something for nothing, while hating the very same rich and the middle class who pay taxes to support their welfare. This group of American citizens, almost 50 percent of our 306 million population, who have lost their pride and honor in a good days work, advocate now for socialism/communism through ACORN, SEIU, Occuppy Wall Street, having no idea what this evil dictatorial system actually does to the enslaved masses. These people are encouraged by the President, who uses every opportunity to stoke class envy and warfare and by the Democrat-controlled Congress.
The "unifier" President is keeping us all divided in order to conquer us, subdue us, and re-make America in his vision of a "fundamentally transformed" society as a punishment for our "evil" capitalist system that has helped, fed, protected, liberated, and educated more nations than any other society in the past.

DEMOCRATIC DIALOG

Father, must I go to work?
No, my lucky son.
We're living now on Easy Street.
On dough from Washington.

We've left it up to Uncle Sam,
So don't get exercised.
Nobody has to give a damn -
We've all been subsidized.

But if Sam treats us all so well
And feeds us milk and honey,
Please daddy, tell me what the hell
He's going to use for money.

But,father, won't there come a time
When they run out of cash
And we have left them not a dime
When things will go to smash?

My faith in you is shrinking, son,
You nosy, little brat;
You do too damn much thinking, son,
To be a Democrat.

As Margaret Thatcher so aptly put it, "The problem with Socialism is that eventually you run out of other people's money."