Monday, November 21, 2011

Ode To The Welfare State - 1949

In 62 years, nothing has changed.





This is from New York "Daily News" dated Friday, November 4, 1949.

Credited only to a “prominent Democrat of the State of Georgia”

DEMOCRATIC DIALOG

Father, must I go to work?
No, my lucky son.
We're living now on Easy Street
On dough from Washington

We've left it up to Uncle Sam
so don't get exercised.
Nobody has to give a damn
We've all been subsidized.

But if Sam treats us all so well
And feeds us milk and honey,
Please, daddy, tell me what the hell
He's going to use for money.

Don't worry, bub, there's not a hitch
In this here noble plan
He simply soaks the filthy rich
And helps the common man.

But, father, won't there come a time
When they run out of cash
And we have left them not a dime
When things will go to smash?

My faith in you is shrinking, son,
You nosy little brat;
You do too damn much thinking, son,
To be a Democrat.

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