Posted by
AudiR10TDI on Thursday, August 03, 2006 9:28:33 AM
The latest parade of Grabby Hands here in Kanukistan is the Marching Mommies of damaged children. Generally these are nice boys and girls with extremely expensive and lifelong disabilities which their parents do not wish to pay for, and since the Wish is Mother to the Receipt Thereof, Grabby Hands are 'reaching out' to pick their neighbours' pockets in support of these children.
The two most recent awards have been for "up to $1 million" per year for the lifetime of a single child, and $300,000 per year for another child. A horde of Mommies are Marching for $60,000 per year for their autistic children (who now receive $60,000 per year only til age 6). Next of course will be the Marching Muslim Mommies who demand that their neighbours purchase and maintain satellite dishes for them so their children can receive training in Arabic that will enable them to properly hate the country where they are currently residing. Following that, who knows?
This idea of the Common Pot is not completely the fault of the Mommies. Brainwashed by socialism to believe that there is no such thing as an individual, they cannot therefore conceive of such a thing as individual responsibility. And having been told all their lives that the way to live is to be standing in the right place when the Cosmic Lotto Tickets are wafted down from on high by mysterious forces -- thus the term "less fortunate" for those whose day consists of sitting on their heinies waiting for the mailman to deliver the cheque, followed by a trip to Lotto Canada and the liquor store -- we can't expect them to understand that the way to support your children is to get up, get dressed, wash and brush, pack your lunch and trundle off to work, stay there all day giving good value for pay, and go home at night (probably with a big stack of work that needs finishing up.) Having seen those advertisements in which people who pay $3 for a Lotto ticket are magically gifted with the ability to do as they please in the office, regardless of the desires of the boss; are handed a cottage, a vacation, a wide screen TV, or a new wardrobe ... and are allowed to use the big boat they bought to destroy the small boat of someone who earned the money for it ... it's no surprise that the Mommies believe somebody promised that they could have everything they wanted the instant they wanted it, and somebody else would pay.
As an observer from the bleachers who can go back to the States when the crash comes, I am sitting here wondering what the train wreck will be like when everybody is on the gravy train and nobody's in the locomotive. Somehow I don't think it'll be long til we find out.