When Steny Hoyer defends food stamps and unemployment as two of the most stimulating things that can be done for the economy; when the President by executive order nullifies welfare reform, when HHS suggests people hold food stamp parties complete with food stamp quiz games and bingo and even flies ad campaigns based on Spanish language soap operas to recruit more benefit users, we are creating a generation of chickens.
Don’t get me wrong, I am glad for the eggs but let’s face it, our chickens wouldn’t last the day without my wife and I.
Should something happen to us no one would feed or water those chickens, and they would eventually die without someone to manage their lives.
Right now some progressive is muttering under his breath that I am a horrible person to make such a comparison, as people are not chickens.
And I took enough biology in high school to recognize that. But my contention is that a sector of the American populace is being treated like chickens and conditioned to base their existence on someone else’s largesse.
And when the money finally does run out, they will have no way to feed, clothe or house themselves having lived their lives in the pen of Big Government.
Worse yet for these citizens, as my wife and I are the arbiters of our chickens fate, so shall government determine the course of the lives of those whom it has placed in its coop.
In the meantime, we’re having omelets for brunch on Sunday. Do drop by, we’re making Mimosas.