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Posted on 01/15/2013 8:28:57 PM PST by null and void
I was in my neighborhood restaurant this morning and was seated behind a group of jubilant individuals celebrating the coming implementation of the health care bill. I could not finish my breakfast. This is what ensued:
They were a diverse group of several races and both sexes. I heard the young man exclaim, Isn't Obama like Jesus Christ? I mean, after all, he is healing the sick. The young woman enthusiastically proclaimed, Yeah, and he does it for free. I cannot believe anyone would think that a free market would work for health care. Another said, The stupid Republicans want us all to starve to death so they can inherit all of the power. Obama should be made a Saint for what he did for those of us less fortunate. At this, I had more than enough. I arose from my seat, mustering all the restraint I could find, and approached their table. Please excuse me; may I impose upon you for one moment? They smiled and welcomed me to the conversation. I stood at the end of their table, smiled as best I could and began an experiment.
I would like to give one of you my house. It will cost you no money and I will pay all of the expenses and taxes for as long as you live there. Anyone interested? They looked at each other in astonishment. Why would you do something like that? asked a young man, There isnt anything for free in this world. They began to laugh at me, as they did not realize this man had just made my point. I am serious, I will give you my house for free, no money what so ever. Anyone interested? In unison, a resounding Hell Yeah fills the room.
Since there are too many of you, I will have to make a choice as to who receives this money-free bargain. I noticed an elderly couple was paying attention to the spectacle unfolding before their eyes, the old man shaking his head in apparent disgust. I tell you what; I will give it to the one of you most willing to obey my rules. Again, they looked at one another, an expression of bewilderment on their faces. The perky young woman asked, What are the rules? I smiled and said, I dont know. I have not yet defined them. However, it is a free home that I offer you. They giggled amongst themselves, the youngest of which said, What an old coot. He must be crazy to give away his home. Go take your meds, old man. I smiled and leaned into the table a bit further. I am serious, this is a legitimate offer. They gaped at me for a moment.
Ill take it you old fool. Where are the keys? boasted the youngest among them. Then I presume you accept ALL of my terms then? I asked. The elderly couple seemed amused and entertained as they watched from the privacy of their table. Oh hell yeah! Where do I sign up? I took a napkin and wrote, I give this man my home, without the burden of financial obligation, so long as he accepts and abides by the terms that I shall set forth upon consummation of this transaction. I signed it and handed it to the young man who eagerly scratched out his signature. Where are the keys to my new house? he asked in a mocking tone of voice. All eyes were upon us as I stepped back from the table, pulling the keys from pocket and dangling them before the excited new homeowner.
Now that we have entered into this binding contract, witnessed by all of your friends, I have decided upon the conditions you are obligated to adhere from this point forward. You may only live in the house for one hour a day. You will not use anything inside of the home. You will obey me without question or resistance. I expect complete loyalty and admiration for this gift I bestow upon you. You will accept my commands and wishes with enthusiasm, no matter the nature. Your morals and principles shall be as mine. You will vote as I do, think as I do and do it with blind faith. These are my terms. Here are your keys. I reached the keys forward and the young man looked at me dumbfounded.
Are you out of your mind? Who would ever agree to those ridiculous terms? the young man appeared irritated. You did when you signed this contract before reading it, understanding it and with the full knowledge that I would provide my conditions only after you committed to the agreement. The elderly man chuckled as his wife tried to restrain him. I was looking at a now silenced and bewildered group of people. You can shove that stupid deal up youre a** old man, I want no part of it exclaimed the now infuriated young man. 'You have committed to the contract, as witnessed by all of your friends; you cannot get out of the deal unless I agree to it. I do not intend to let you free now that I have you ensnared. I am the power you agreed to. I am the one you blindly and without thought chose to enslave yourself to. In short, I am your Master. At this, the table of celebrating individuals became a unified group against the unfairness of the deal.
After a few moments of unrepeatable comments and slurs, I revealed my true intent. What I did to you is what this administration and congress did to you with the health care legislation. I easily suckered you in and then revealed the real cost of the bargain. Your folly was in the belief that you can have something you did not earn; that you are entitled to, and that which you did not earn; that you willingly allowed someone else to think for you. Your failure to research, study and inform yourself permitted reason to escape you. You have entered into a trap from which you cannot flee. Your only chance of freedom is if your new Master gives it to you. A freedom that is given can also be taken away; therefore, it is not freedom. With that, I tore up the napkin and placed it before the astonished young man. This is the nature of your new health care legislation.
I turned away to leave these few in thought and contemplation and was surprised by applause. The elderly gentleman, who was clearly entertained, shook my hand enthusiastically and said, Thank you Sir, these kids dont understand Liberty. He refused to allow me to pay my bill as he said, You earned this one, it is an honor to pick up the tab. I shook his hand in thanks, leaving the restaurant somewhat humbled, and sensing a glimmer of hope for my beloved country. Use reason,
Remember, four boxes keep us free: the soap box, the ballot box, the jury box, and the cartridge box.
Nice story, but it’s like reading a DUmmie thread about how they told their right-wing relatives off on the holidays. They always, on the spur of the moment, have the most well thought out and perfectly delivered speeches, and assure us that it all happened exactly as they describe, leaving all the right wingers dumbfounded and too upset to respond.
They only heard four words: “I get free sh!t??”
I was thinking the same thing. Most lefties I know if you have any effect on them at all takes years.
Now that healthcare is gonna tart to kick in - the sheeple are gonna start to find out the true cost from their employers ...
“Whaddya mean you have to fire me to get under 50 employee?”
“Whaddaya mean you have to cut me down to 28 hours per week?”
“Whaddaya mean you can’t offer insurance to me anymore?”
And on, and on, and on ...
This one has been going around for a couple of years but it is still relevant, maybe more so.
Right. Usually, it’s only after they have some sort of personal epiphany, and then they might come back and tell you that they’ve realized you aren’t so crazy after all. I think the true believers can never really be convinced by logic, they need some emotional event in their own lives to short circuit their thinking.
That’s what I thought too. Those leftists would merely start talking about how the man’s premise is nothing like Obamacare, blah blah blah. I’ve read it, seen it, and heard it. I haven’t had the experience, because all my friends and family are conservative and despise Obama and the left, so I don’t get the chance (I wouldn’t have the nerve to interrupt a conversation between leftists I don’t know, they’re too crazy these days and you don’t know how they’ll react).
“Sir, these kids dont understand Liberty.”
I don’t believe they even have epiphanies very often-look at how the DUmpmonkeys manage to rationalise everything, even the higher withdrawals from their paychecks recently. They got angry, but blamed everyone but the ones with whom the blame actually lies.
Even the most emotional event doesn’t change some of them-the murder of a child.
You don’t need a well-thought-out speech; I’ve shut people up by just asking how they like paying for all the foreign babies in our neighborhood when they can’t afford their own (according to them), or how they like being unable to get a variety of jobs because they can’t speak Spanish (we’re inundated with illegals, and legitimate jobs are now geared towards them), or (if they are “social liberals”) what they think of how our newcomers treat women, homosexuals, etc.?
The look of dismay, then resentment, is priceless; because you can ask in such a way that they think you’re on THEIR side, there doesn’t even have to be a confrontation...
Obama supporters don’t get paychecks