The Gimme times am here

Well old man, why you got that faraway look in your bloodshot eyes?

Well Annabel Lee, I been thinking about our current political ideas on welfare also called the moocher class.  That’s where the Gubmit takes from the haves and gives to the have-nots. The communist manifesto explains the now time quite well: “From each, according to his ability; to each, according to his needs.”  This great nation was, in part, founded on charity.  The churches and citizens would step up to help those that were truly in need through no fault of their own.  Even today when some family is devastated from fire or natural disaster the outpouring from the community is magnificent. I was raised, during my early years, on a farm in northern Florida.  We didn’t have electricity, indoor plumbing, and we drew water from a well.  If my father (Who was over 70 at the time) didn’t raise it we didn’t eat.  I can remember watching my mother hang 3 or 4 chickens on the clothes line by their feet and run by and cut their necks off.  You have to be fast because they are throwing blood everywhere. She then scalded the chickens in a pot of hot water over an open fire and plucked them. After she fried the chicken on a coal oil stove (That's kerosene to the current generation) the leftovers went into the pie safe.  That was an upright cabinet with screen doors.  The screen was to keep the blow flies off the food.  Since we didn’t have refrigeration that was how you kept food.  None of us ever got salmonella or anything else.  Where I’m going with this is:  As little as we had my mother would prepare meals and take them down the road to an old lady that lived in a knock together shack.  Mrs. Hood had one leg and walked on crutches.  I assume one leg had been amputated because of diabetes.  This was how neighbors helped each other.  In farming communities everyone got together for barn raising or rat killin’ You helped your neighbor and when you had a need your neighbors would be there to help you.  Those that were constantly looking for a handout and returning nothing were called white trash.  If you ain’t had the pleasure of going to an outhouse on a cold winter day or taking a bath in a galvanized tub in front of the fireplace you ain’t lived. There is too much of the gimme society now and our politicians prey on this mentality to buy votes for the next election. Damn, I’m just rambling now.

Awright, I’m finished reminiscing.  Time to move on and do something productive.  Guess I’ll go to Wally World and spend part of my Social Security windfall.