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Get your own chickens!

Firemen in Obion County, Tennessee, 
watched a house burn down last week.  
The owner forgot to pay the $75. fee.
They were able to save the farm field next door.
The farmer had paid for fire protection.


Fire protection.
Police protection.
An education.
Health care.
National defense.
Safe medicines.
Safe food.
Parks to play in.
Roads to drive on.
Coordinated air flight.
Water for our homes.
Sewage disposal.
Electrical grids.
Communication services.


Well, what do you think? 


Do you think you should contract individually 
for those services (and many more), or do you
think they should be available to everyone? 


Do you believe people should be on their own,
if they can afford it, or remember to pay the fee,
and if they aren't, let the house burn down?


Is that Ronald Reagan I hear, encouraging us
to stand on our own?  To be strong?  Rebuild the house?
Maybe pay the $75. next time, if you have it?
He advised us once, to dig a hole in the back yard
in the event of a nuclear attack, and pull an old door 
over the top.   Do-it-yourself nuclear defense!


All the noise coming from conservatives and Tea Party people
is hole-in-the-backyard defense.  Do it all yourself!  Quit paying
taxes!  Get a gun, go to Idaho, and damn the torpedoes!


Get rid of the Education Department!  Get rid of public schools!
Trade chickens for health care!  Send witches and warlocks 
and people who hate government to run the government!


Cut off unemployment benefits!  
Get rid of Social Security!
Quit building public rail transportation!
Turn the health of the nation over to insurance companies!
Let private companies discriminate if they want to (Ron Paul).
(Ron Paul, personally, of course, says he personally
would not do that, of course.  Purely personally.)


If you are afraid of salmonella, quit buying eggs! 
Or get your own chickens!

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