Protester To Tea Partier: "Why Do You Have A Right To Your Money?"(EPIC VIDEO)

Youtube ^ | 3/5/11

[My Favorite Headache]

Epic Video...must watch.

Some tea partiers came over to the union side to have a dialogue with the pro-union protesters. The tea partier was stopped cold by the question, "Why do you have a right to your money".

Really dude?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wD809fp6i_0

[screaminsunshine]

Obviously this vermin rabble is nothing but a mob of Bolsheviks.

[IrishCatholic]

That’s it in a nutshell.
“Why do you have a right to your money?”

Teach Communism and Socialism long enough, and people will think it.

[fwdude]

When they aren’t vigilantly guarding their words, the truth slips out.

[Michigan Bowhunter]

Easy to turn that one on them. Ask them how much they have in their wallets. Pile it up and just redistribute it to the tea party folks so they can buy coffee.

End of discussion. You will find they want their money too.

[skr]

Those who are willing to share their paychecks are welcome to do so.

[y6162]

One word: communism

[E. Pluribus Unum]

From a nation of laws to a nation of looters.

[meatloaf]

You are entitled to the fruits of your labor. Slavery was outlawed.

[Pilgrim's Progress]

"Why do you have a right to your money?"

I believe the operative word here is "your" . . . but those same people would ask the same question concerning our "food", "house", "possessions".

But a horse thief is the same in any generation.

[Bryanw92]

I was about to post this video to Facebook, when the guy with the beard started talking. He works for a defense contractor, so he’s sucking on the gummint teat just as much as those teachers are. Even my liberal friends are smart enough to get the hypocrisy of that.

[Regulator]

Communists are merely thieves.

In post-Communist Russia, everyone will tell you that. They lived it.

That's all these thugs are: bullies and thugs who want to extort a free lunch from everyone else.

[Doctor 2Brains]

Mark Steyn has written about how liberalism, ironically, destroys the old “we’re in it together, let’s pull and SACRIFICE together” bit. Once you get that welfare check, you will cut my GD throat if I even THINK about reducing it by 1/2 of 1%.

But I’ve found an amazing corollary to that phenomenon — have you ever noticed how the taxpayer (mindless GD dumbass that he is) eagerly, quietly, willingly, eternally, gives up more and more and more and more of his paycheck every year for decades? All without a peep.

Amazing! The person who earns the money gives it away without a 2nd thought, the welfare begging sub human filth who receives it, isn’t willing to give up 1/10 of 1% without going into full riot mode. Fascinating, yes?

[mjp]

Why do you have a right to your money".

The right to private property is a natural right and is God given. It is a natural need which is necessary for the life proper to a rational being.

[2ndDivisionVet]

“But now,” He said, “take your money and a traveler’s bag. And if you don’t have a sword, sell your cloak and buy one!”
~Luke 22:36

[SandRat]

... because I busted my butt to earn it while you sat on yours. Rmember this story from your childhood?

Once upon a time there was a little red hen. She lived with a pig, a duck and a cat.

They all lived in a pretty little house which the little red hen liked to keep clean and tidy. The little red hen worked hard at her jobs all day. The others never helped. Although they said they meant to, they were all far too lazy. The pig liked to grunt in the mud outside, the duck used to swim in the pond all day, and the cat enjoyed lying in the sun, purring.

One day the little red hen was working in the garden when she found a grain of corn.

"Who will plant this grain of corn?" she asked.

"Not I," grunted the pig from his muddy patch in the garden.

"Not I," quacked the duck from her pond.

"Not I," purred the cat from his place in the sun.

So the little red hen went to look for a nice bit of earth, scratched it with her feet and planted the grain of corn.

During the summer the grain of corn grew. First it grew into a tall green stalk, then it ripened in the sun until it had turned a lovely golden color. The little red hen saw that the corn was ready for cutting.

"Who will help me cut the corn?" asked the little red hen.

"Not I," grunted the pig from his muddy patch in the garden.

"Not I," quacked the duck from her pond.

"Not I," purred the cat from his place in the sun.

"Very well then, I will cut it myself," said the little red hen. Carefully she cut the stalk and took out all the grains of corn from the husks.

"Who will take the corn to the mill, so that it can be ground into flour?" asked the little red hen.

"Not I," grunted the pig from his muddy patch in the garden.

"Not I," quacked the duck from her pond.

"Not I," purred the cat from his place in the sun.

So the little red hen took the corn to the mill herself, and asked the miller if he would be so kind as to grind it into flour.

In time the miller sent a little bag of flour down to the house where the little red hen lived with the pig and the duck and the cat.

"Who will help me to make the flour into bread?" asked the little red hen.

"Not I," grunted the pig from his muddy patch in the garden.

"Not I," quacked the duck from her pond.

"Not I," purred the cat from his place in the sun.

"Very well," said the little red hen. "I shall make the bread myself." She went into her neat little kitchen. She mixed the flour into dough. She kneaded the dough and put it into the oven to bake.

Soon there was a lovely smell of hot fresh bread. It filled all the corners of the house and wafted out into the garden. The pig came into the kitchen from his muddy patch in the garden, the duck came in from the pond and the cat left his place in the sun. When the little red hen opened the oven door the dough had risen up and had turned into the nicest, most delicious looking loaf of bread any of them had seen.

"Who is going to eat this bread?" asked the little red hen.

"I will," grunted the pig.

"I will," quacked the duck.

"I will," purred the cat.

"Oh no, you won't," said the little red hen. "I planted the seed, I cut the corn, I took it to the mill to be made into flour, and I made the bread, all by myself. I shall now eat the loaf all by myself."

The pig, the duck and the cat all stood and watched as the little red hen ate the loaf all by herself. It was delicious and she enjoyed it, right to the very last crumb.

[trisham]

Wow. Defence contrator guy is a mensch.

[NoLibZone]

Culture war ground zero.

Does the state own you?

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Some would say terrifying. Astute observations like that can keep a person awake at night.

[aimhigh]

Why do you have a right to your money".

Because I earned it with my labor.
Because slavery has been outlawed.