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'In the end it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.'
- Abraham Lincoln -

Thursday, April 12, 2012

Consuming Our Own

I'm reminded of the epic movie, Doctor Zhivago.  Of the hatred toward the rich Russian aristocracy that still existed for a short time after the Russian Revolution began.  And of how, after the rich were made poor through forced seizure of their property, everyone in the emerging Soviet Union became poor alike.

And the Soviet people, though miserable in their abject poverty, were happy in the fact that their struggles were shared by all.

Now along comes Obama.  And his Bolsheviks.  Consumed with envy.  With an eye to bringing equality - "fairness" - to America.  Punish the rich!  That vile 1%!  They own too much!  We deserve that which they possess!  Seize their worldly wealth!  Make them ... like us ...

Soon we'll be all alike together.

In abject poverty:

President Obama's 'Fairness' Vision Would Bankrupt Nation

Someone needs to explain to me how income inequality has any negative impact on the lives of those who cry out for vengeance.  And Obama needs to explain how his campaign to raise taxes on those who create jobs will produce one new job in this country.  One.   Remember his "Number One priority"?

One.

So Barack Obama has declared war on a small segment of the American populace.  He and his followers won't be happy until that segment is just like the rest of us.

Impoverished.

Listen, children, to a story
That was written long ago,
'Bout a kingdom on a mountain
And the valley-folk below.

On the mountain was a treasure
Buried deep beneath the stone,
And the valley-people swore
They'd have it for their very own.

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

So the people of the valley
Sent a message up the hill,
Asking for the buried treasure,
Tons of gold for which they'd kill.

Came an answer from the kingdom,
"With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain,
All the riches buried there."

Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.

Now the valley cried with anger,
"Mount your horses! Draw your sword!"
And they killed the mountain-people,
So they won their just reward.

Now they stood beside the treasure,
On the mountain, dark and red.
Turned the stone and looked beneath it...
"Peace on Earth" was all it said.


* Lyrics to "One Tin Soldier" (The Legend of Billy Jack).