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news-desk[1]A.  The Wild and Free Pigs of the Okefenokee Swamp
by Steve Washam, based on a telling by George Gordon
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 Some years ago, about 1900, an old trapper from North Dakota hitched
up some horses to his Studebaker wagon, packed a few possessions–
especially his traps–and drove south.

Several weeks later he stopped in a small town just north of the Okefenokee Swamp in Georgia.

It was a Saturday morning–a lazy day–when he walked into the general store. Sitting around the pot-bellied stove were seven or eight of the town’s local citizens.

The traveler spoke, “Gentlemen, could you direct me to the Okefenokee Swamp?”

Some of the old timers looked at him like he was crazy.

“You must be a stranger in these parts,” they said.

“I am. I’m from North Dakota,” said the stranger.

“In the Okefenokee Swamp are thousands of wild hogs,” one old man explained. “A man who goes into the swamp by himself asks to die!”
He lifted up his leg. “I lost half my leg here, to the pigs of the swamp.”

something wild pigsAnother old fellow said, “Look at the cuts on me; look at my arm bit off!”

“Those pigs have been free since the Revolution, eating snakes and rooting out roots and fending for themselves for over a hundred years. They’re wild and they’re dangerous. You can’t trap them. No man dare go into the swamp by himself.”

Every man nodded his head in agreement.

The old trapper said, “Thank you so much for the warning. Now could you direct me to the swamp?”

They said, “Well, yeah, it’s due south–straight down the road.”
But they begged the stranger not to go, because they knew he’d meet a terrible fate.

He said, “Sell me ten sacks of corn, and help me load them into the wagon.”

And they did.

Then the old trapper bid them farewell and drove on down the road.
The townsfolk thought they’d never see him again.

Two weeks later the man came back. He pulled up to the general store, got down off the wagon, walked in and bought ten more sacks of corn.
After loading it up he went back down the road toward the swamp.

Two weeks later he returned and, again, bought ten sacks of corn.
This went on for a month. And then two months, and three.

Every week or two the old trapper would come into town on a Saturday morning, load up ten sacks of corn and drive off south into the swamp.

The stranger soon became a legend in the little village and the subject of much speculation. People wondered what kind of devil had possessed this man, that he could go into the Okefenokee by himself and not be consumed by the wild and free hogs.

One morning the man came into town as usual. Everyone thought he wanted more corn.

He got off the wagon and went into the store where the usual group of men were gathered around the stove.  He took off his gloves.

“Gentlemen,” he said, “I need to hire about ten or fifteen wagons. I need twenty or thirty men. I have six thousand hogs out in the swamp, penned up, and they’re all hungry. I’ve got to get them to market right away.”

“You’ve WHAT in the swamp?” asked the storekeeper, incredulously.

“I have six thousand hogs penned up.  They haven’t eaten for two or three days, and they’ll starve if I don’t get back there to feed and take care of them.”

One of the old timers said, “You mean you’ve captured the wild hogs of the Okefenokee?”

“That’s right.”

“How did you do that?  What did you do?” the men urged, breathlessly.

One of them exclaimed, “But I lost my arm!”

“I lost my brother!” cried another.

“I lost my leg to those wild boars!” chimed a third.

The trapper said, “Well, the first week I went in there they were wild all right. They hid in the undergrowth and wouldn’t come out.
I dared not get off the wagon. So I spread corn along behind the wagon. Every day I’d spread a sack of corn.

“The old pigs would have nothing to do with it. But the younger pigs decided that it was easier to eat free corn than it was to root out roots and catch snakes. So the very young began to eat the corn first.

something trapped pigs“I did this every day. Pretty soon, even the old pigs decided that it was easier to eat free corn, after all, they were all free; they were not penned up. They could run off in any direction they wanted at any time.

“The next thing was to get them used to eating in the same place all the time. So, I selected a clearing, and I started putting the corn
in the clearing.

“At first they wouldn’t come to the clearing. It was too far. It was too open. It was a nuisance to them.

“But the very young decided that it was easier to take the corn in the clearing than it was to root out roots and catch their own snakes. And not long thereafter, the older pigs also decided that it was easier to come to the clearing every day.

“And so the pigs learned to come to the clearing every day to get their free corn. They could still subsidize their diet with roots and snakes and whatever else they wanted. After all, they were all free. They could run in any direction at any time. There were no bounds upon them.

“The next step was to get them used to fence posts. So I put fence posts all the way around the clearing. I put them in the underbrush so that they wouldn’t get suspicious or upset, after all, they were just sticks sticking up out of the ground, like the trees and the brush. The corn was there every day. It was easy to walk in between the posts, get the corn, and walk back out.

“This went on for a week or two. Shortly they became very used to walking into the clearing, getting the free corn, and walking back out through the fence posts.

“The next step was to put one rail down at the bottom. I also left a few openings, so that the older, fatter pigs could walk through the openings and the younger pigs could easily jump over just one
rail, after all, it was no real threat to their freedom or
independence–they could always jump over the rail and flee in any direction at any time.

“Now I decided that I wouldn’t feed them every day. I began to feed them every other day. On the days I didn’t feed them, the pigs still gathered in the clearing. They squealed, and they grunted, and they begged and pleaded with me to feed them–but I only fed them every other day. Then I put a second rail around the posts.

“Now the pigs became more and more desperate for food. Because now they were no longer used to going out and digging their own roots and finding their own food, they now needed me. They needed my corn every other day.”

“So I trained them that I would feed them every day if they came in through a gate and I put up a third rail around the fence.

“But it was still no great threat to their freedom, because there were several gates and they could run in and out at will.

“Finally I put up the fourth rail. Then I closed all the gates but one, and I fed them very, very well.”

“Yesterday I closed the last gate and today I need you to help me take these pigs to market.”

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[The eventual price of free corn. ]

The parable of the pigs has a serious moral lesson. This story is about federal money being used to bait, trap and enslave a once free and independent people.

Federal welfare, in its myriad forms, has reduced not only individuals to a state of dependency; state and local governments are also on the fast track to elimination, due to their functions being subverted by the command and control structures of federal “revenue sharing” programs.

Please copy this parable and send it to all of your state and local elected leaders and other concerned citizens. Tell them: “Just say NO to federal corn.”
The bacon you save may be your own. (end)

[The story of another subsidy, another free meal that you don’t have to work for, another disservice, another chain of slavery, is as follows… Mr. Larry]


B.  Obama’s Black Lie: “As an African American, You Have to Work Twice As Hard…”
16 July 2013,,
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 While delivering the commencement speech at historically black Morehouse College, President Obama predictably utilized “victimology 101″ to access the inner victim that presumably exists inside all black Americans. He disingenuously reminded the all-male graduates, “As an African American, you have to work twice as hard as anyone else if you want to get by.” Unsurprisingly, this underhanded insinuation that racism is so pervasive that no amount of individual effort will overcome it received a thunderous ovation, even though this recycled notion has the legitimacy of a three-dollar bill.


See video of this speech at YouTube:

 Ironically, the president’s lack of credentials suggests that even he didn’t have to “work twice as hard” to obtain his current position. Unbelievably, in spite of Blacks having achieved unprecedented positions of power today, including a Black First Family, the gross delusion that Blacks must “work twice as hard” maintains equity within the Black community. Nevertheless, the unpopular and simple truth needs to be verbalized… Blacks are not expected to “work twice as hard.” This open secret is known to independent thinkers, unbiased observers, non-liberals, truly qualified individuals, and those who’ve escaped the crab barrel. In fact, society has routinely lowered the bar and expectations for Blacks in attempt to close the widening achievement gap. There’s a reason why Affirmative Action has become synonymous with Blacks even though it was designed for all minorities. Coincidentally, Morehouse is located in Atlanta, where the predominately Black school district’s students didn’t have to “work twice as hard” because the Black superintendent orchestrated the biggest cheating scandal in Georgia’s history to help them.

Florida’s board of education obviously disagrees with the fallacy of Blacks having to “work twice as hard,” as evidenced by their lowering of academic standards for Black students. Additionally, Florida only expects seventy-four percent of their Black pupils to be proficient in Math and Reading (at grade level or better) by the year 2018. As far as Florida’s expectations for its Asian/White/ Latino students, seventy-four percent is an unacceptable indication of underachievement; such status is reserved for Blacks. In Virginia, Black students seemingly don’t have to “work twice as hard” either because the state implemented educational goals for Blacks that are near the level of students with disabilities. According to, “Here’s what the Virginia state board of education actually did. It looked at students’ test scores in reading and math and then proposed new passing rates. In math it set an acceptable passing rate at 82 percent for Asian students, 68 percent for whites, 52 percent for Latinos, 45 percent for blacks and 33 percent for kids with disabilities.” The upside of Black students being placed at the bottom is that there’s nowhere else to go but up… unless “up” requires them to “work twice as hard.” One frustrating aspect of this ‘cater to the lowest denominator’ liberal ideology becomes apparent on graduation day. These schools don’t issue the coddled, Black graduates diplomas that reflect their pre-approved statuses for, academic shortcuts. Nope, they receive the same diploma (that used to be based on merit and successful comprehension of the core curriculum) as their diverse counterparts who were held to a higher standard. In other words, the Black students unfairly receive equal reward without equal effort. Despite this favorable dynamic, Black parents still audaciously warn their children, “As an African American, you have to work twice as hard as anyone else if you want to get by.”

Reader Comments:
> No, African-Americans do not have to work twice as hard to get by, What many need to do is pull their pants up from around their knees, wear their caps as they were designed to be worn, discard the hoodies, get rid of the ebonics and learn to speak correct English, forget the “Rap” and it’s hateful messages. drop the hyphenated African-American designation and present themselves simply as Americans who has pursued their education and worthy of an opportunity to advance themselves.

> No all they need to do is go collect their welfare checks. That’s really hard work.

> Mr. obozo is a racist piece of crap, only lie’s when his lips are moving and he never stops reminding us he is black, oops forgot mommy was white, a real idiot-in-chief and needs to get over his godhood.

> What other president has had to work to prove he was NOT a COMMUNIST, NAZI, ISLAMIST, FOREIGNER, RACIST who literally hates his own country?

> If Negroes want to become successful, they need to learn to act like citizens and not wannabe thugs and gangsta’s. IMO, a US citizen is either an American, or he/she is not a citizen. Africa is not even a country, but some Negroes still insist on being callled as a mix of African native and American. Which is it?

> That is the BIGGEST bunch of CRAP I have ever heard. Every Black that I have worked with has been taken care of by the same company that wouldn’t hesitate to fire a white employee and are afraid to fire a Black. What damn world are you living in, BAMA? Mars? You lying bastards have had it made every since Kennedy set you all up! I am sick to death of seeing workers being treated as if they have to take up the slack that the Blacks don’t do! Get in the right world if you want to quit telling lies! Semper Fi.

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 [One day it won’t work anymore and people will be shocked to find they are responsible for themselves and their families, but having been raised on “free corn” they will “awaken” to find they have lost the knowledge, work ethic and tools to remain viable. Mr. Larry ]

The Downfall Of The American Family
17 Jul 2013, OffTheGridNews, by Tara Dodrill, Current Events
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Charles Murray shared this astute observation about how providing for the family was once considered a duty of extreme importance:
“A man who is holding down a menial job and thereby supporting a wife and children is doing something authentically important with his life. He should take deep satisfaction from that and be praised by his community for doing so. If that same man lives under a system that says the children of the woman he sleeps with will be taken care of whether or not he contributes, then that status goes away. I am not describing a theoretical outcome, but American neighborhoods where once working at a menial job to provide for his family made a man proud and gave him status in his community, and where now it doesn’t. Taking the trouble out of life strips people in major ways in which human beings can look back on their lives and say, “I made a difference.”


D.  Founded By Geniuses And Run By Idiots
Feb 2013, by Monte Pelerin
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•  “If you can get arrested for hunting or fishing without a license, but not for being in the country illegally …you might live in a country founded by geniuses but run by idiots..
•  If you have to get your parents’ permission to go on a field trip or take an aspirin in school, but not to get an abortion … you might live in a country founded by geniuses but run by idiots.
•  If the only school curriculum allowed to explain how we got here is evolution, but the government stops a $15 million construction project to keep a rare spider from evolving to extinction … you might live in a country founded by geniuses but run by idiots.
•   If you have to show identification to board an airplane, cash a check, buy liquor or check out a library book, but not to vote who runs the government … you might live in a country founded by geniuses but run by idiots.
•  If the government wants to ban stable, law-abiding citizens from owning gun magazines with more than ten rounds, but gives 20 F-16 fighter jets to the crazy new leaders in Egypt … you might live in a country founded by geniuses but run by idiots.
•  If, in the largest city, you can buy two 16-ounce sodas, but not a 24-ounce soda because 24-ounces of a sugary drink might make you fat … you might live in a country founded by geniuses but run by idiots.
•   If an 80-year-old woman can be stripped searched by the TSA but a woman in a hijab is only subject to having her neck and head searched … you might live in a country founded by geniuses but run by idiots.
•  If your government believes that the best way to eradicate trillions of dollars of debt is to spend trillions more … you might live in a country founded by geniuses but run by idiots.
•  If a seven year old boy can be thrown out of school for saying his teacher is “cute,” but hosting a sexual exploration or diversity class in grade school is perfectly acceptable … you might live in a country founded by geniuses but run by idiots.
•  If children are forcibly removed from parents who discipline them with spankings while children of addicts are left in filth and drug infested “homes”… you might live in a country founded by geniuses but run by idiots.
•  If hard work and success are met with higher taxes and more government intrusion, while not working is rewarded with EBT cards, WIC checks, Medicaid, subsidized housing and free cell phones … you might live in a country founded by geniuses but run by idiots.
•  If the government’s plan for getting people back to work is to incentivize NOT working with 99 weeks of unemployment checks and no requirement to prove they applied but can’t find work … you might live in a country founded by geniuses but run by idiots.
•  If being stripped of the ability to defend yourself makes you more “safe” according to the government … you might live in a country founded by geniuses but run by idiots


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