I just finished watching "Sunday Morning" where they threw in their usual, disguised, free promotion for Liberal Socialism. It seems Charles Osgood just has to squeeze it in there every Sunday morning no matter what.
Today it concerned poverty. It was moderated by an unknown minority to me but a a very well trained speaker. Probably coached by Barack Obama, a champion at such a thing. He was appealing to us to support people in poverty. Never once did he mention anyone trying to help themselves.
You see, under Socialism, the government will help them by re-distribution of wealth. That way, no one will have to work, kind of like what's happening in Greece right now.
Aren't they a great European Union example of Marxism? Everybody's retired, that is when they're not rioting, burning cars and breaking windows in the businesses that are attempting to create an honest buck.
They've already re-distributed the wealth until there's no wealth left! There's no wealthy left to help them anymore. DARN!!!
I was born into a family of 11 children, me being the youngest of eight boys and the tenth in the whole brood.
My mother raised the family totally by herself since my father was only home long enough to create another child and leave again to parts unknown. As a result, through the depression of the thirties, we experienced poverty firsthand. But through all of this we never lived in dirt or squalor as they like to show on T.V. We had one bathroom for all of us and a ringer wash machine that my mother spent an awful lot of time at. Our home was never messy and always clean. with the convenience of a 75 ft. outdoor clothesline, our mother made do with what she had to work with. God bless her forever and then some. Hanging out clothes in subzero weather was quite a feat for her, believe me!
She never complained although we would occasionally see her sit off by herself and cry while we ate what there was in front of us. Sometimes there would be deer venison to supplement the food supply of garden grown vegetables. Other times our dinner would be fried oatmeal paddies made from the left over breakfast porridge of that morning.
From the ages of 12 or 13 we all jumped at the chance of working in the summertime to help make our lives just a little bit better. We all learned early in life that if we worked for whatever the pay was, we got money. If we didn't, there was nothing. But we couldn't sit and wait for the money to come along like everyone is used to doing now..
With the welfare society we've grown into today, people are being born into a ready made system that they can get by on from birth to death without ever having to do a good days work.
The town we were raised in was in a cluster of coal mining villages twenty miles or so apart from each other and smack in the heart of the Rocky mountain Range between B.C. and Alberta. Our average snowfall at the time in Fernie, B.C. was 18 ft. There were times we had to shovel the snow away from the windows to allow adequate light in the rooms.
The traditional thing to do when you got out of high school was to board the coal company train and travel seven miles up the valley to apply for a job. You had to do this 3 times before being hired.
After one trip I choose not to go that route and was fortunate enough to acquire a job with the engineering branch of the B.C. Dept. of highways. I never looked back except to say one of my better days was seeing my home town in the rear view mirror.
I do believe a lot of the poverty in the U.S. is self preferred or self created. I know from personal experience it can be overcome. Just sayin'.
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