Tuesday, April 20, 2010

And The Seniors Shall Lead Them













Charley Hyrman of Swartz Creek gets congratulatory hugs
Bob Evans restaurant servers Karen Stricklin (right) of Flint and
Nikki Lindsay of Clio. Hyrman, 87, eats two meals a day at the
Flint Township restaurant and on Sunday received a deed to a
small part of the Bob Evans farm in Ohio for his loyalty.

Cuz forwarded this story to me.

I was in my neighborhood restaurant this morning and was seated behind a group of jubilant individuals celebrating
the successful passing of the recent 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. They
are all crooks and thieves and don’t deserve all of that money.” 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 had 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 isn’t 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 don’t 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.

“I’ll 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 dumb founded.


“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.” Was all I
said. 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 you’re 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 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 don’t understand Liberty these days.” He
refused to allow me to pay my bill as he said, “You earned this one, it is an
honor to pickup 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,


Clifford A Wright

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