Wednesday, May 29, 2013

1247: $100,000 DOLLAR HOME GIVE-A-WAY!

Well folks, as of today the justice system in America is still very corrupt. As of this writing Barrack Hussein Obama, Eric Holder, Hillary Clinton and a whole host of other corrupt politicians are still unjustly walking free!
The other day I was sittin’ in a restaurant waitin’ on my breakfast, when I heard a commotion from some people talkin’ ‘bout the new free healthcare that was comin’ their way.  It was a whole bunch of ‘em gathered around the corner booth.  They were pretty much all different in their own way too.  There were black ones, brown ones, white ones, girls and boys all in the group.  I guess it’s still okay to describe their differences?  I mean, with this racism stuff, you have to kinda be careful and tip toe around some things.  It’s almost like ya can’t win with that stuff.  If you say they are a certain color…you’re wrong.  If you say they are big…you’re wrong.  If you say they are small…you’re wrong.  If you say they are female…you’re wrong.  So I guess you should just say, “things”.  Yeah, let me rephrase my previous statement up above.  Here goes, “…when I heard a commotion from some things talkin’ ‘bout the new free healthcare that was comin’ their way.” Okay, enough of that baloney, I’ll move on, but y’all get my drift and it certainly is baloney!
So anyway, “I heard this young fella', with all sincerity, say, “Isn’t Obama like Jesus Christ?  I mean, after all, he is healing the sick.”  Then this gal agreed and hollered out, “Yeah and he does it for free. I cannot believe anyone would think that a free market wouldn't work for health care.”  Another “thing” said, "The stupid Republicans want us all to starve to death so they can inherit all of the power. Obama should be made a Saint for what he did for those of us less fortunate.”  Oh, and these folks were serious.  To them this was the truth!
Well, at this point, this fella next to me appeared to have had more than he could stand.  He got up from his booth and he approached their table. Hell, I thought he was gonna smack one of ‘em and I was a bit disappointed that I hadn’t beat him to the punch, but he surprised me and said, “Please excuse me, but may I impose upon you fine folks for one moment?”  Well, he was so polite that they all smiled and welcomed him to the conversation. He stood at the end of their table, smiled at them and began to speak.
“First of all, I wish to thank each and every one of y’all for allowin’ me to partake in your session and to return the favor I would like to give one of you my house. Yes, I’m serious, and it will not cost you any money and I will pay all of the expenses and taxes for as long as you live there. So, are any of you folks interested?”
Well let me tell ya that I was interested, but wasn’t offered the deal!  Anyway, all the “things” at the corner booth looked at each other and were truly amazed.  After a while, one of the “things” said, “Why would you do something like that?  There isn’t anything for free in this world.”  And with that, the “things” began to laugh at the fella, but the ol’ boy stood firm and reoffered his deal. “I am serious folks, I will give you my house, valued at a bit over one hundred thousand, for free, no money whatsoever. Now, is anyone interested?”  Well, things got quite, but then, almost together, the “things” said, “Yes!”
The ol’ boy continued, “Look here, since there are too many of you, I will have to make a choice as to who receives this money-free bargain I am offerin’.  I tell you what, I’m gonna give my house to the one of you most willing to obey my rules.”  Now, once again, you could see the doubt on the “thing’s” faces and this preppy, prissy lil’ gal said, “What are the rules?”  The fella smiled again and said, “Well, you see, I don’t know. I have not figured ‘em out yet. However, the house is certainly free.” All the things then broke into laughter and a younger said to the fella, “What an old coot. You must be crazy to give away a house for nothing. Maybe you need to go home and take your meds, old man.”
The ol’ boy, once again, just smiled, then bent his long lanky frame toward their table, leaned in and said, “Guys, I am serious, this is a legitimate offer.”  Once again, there was silence at the “things” table.
Finally, the same one, who told this fella to take his meds popped off, “I’ll take it you old fool. Where are the keys?”
“Then I can presume that you will accept all of my rules, right?” The fella, still smilin’ replied. I noticed an elderly couple was paying attention to all of this, the old man shaking his head in apparent disgust, but they did seem amused and entertained as they watched from the privacy of their table. “Oh yeah! Where do I sign up?”
At this point the fella took a napkin and wrote, “I give this man my home, without the burden of financial obligation, so long as he accepts and abides by my terms that I shall set forth upon consummation of this transaction.”  The fella signed it and handed it to the young man, who quickly signed the napkin and asked, “So, where are the keys to my new house sucker?” By this time I think every customer in the place had their eyes on the smilin’ fella as he stepped back from the table, pulled the keys from his pocket and dangled them before the excited new homeowner.
Then the fella, in a loud clear voice, said, “Now that we have entered into this binding contract, witnessed by all of your friends, I have decided upon the conditions which you are obligated to adhere to from this point forward. You may only live in the house for one hour a day and I will choose which hour. You will not use anything inside of the house. You will obey me completely and without question or resistance, while using the house. I do expect your complete loyalty and admiration for this gift I bestow upon you. You will accept my commands and wishes with enthusiasm, no matter the nature. Your morals and principles shall be as mine. You will vote as I do, think as I do and do it with blind faith. These are my terms. Here are your keys.”  The fella reached over to hand the keys to the young man, who looked completely buffaloed.
“Man, are you out of your mind? Who would ever agree to those ridiculous terms?” the thing snapped!
“You did when you signed this contract before reading it, understanding it and with the full knowledge that I would provide my conditions only after you committed to the agreement.” stated the fella, still smilin’.  I gotta tell ya, at this point, the elderly man was about to bust a gut as his wife tried to restrain him. 
The thing said, “You can shove that stupid deal old man!  I want no part of it!” the thing shouted even louder!  “But you have committed to the contract, as witnessed by all of your friends. You cannot get out of this deal unless I let you out!   It is a written document, which you agreed to. I do not intend to let you free now that I have you bound under written contract!  It is not my fault that you blindly entered into this agreement.  After all, you had opportunity, but chose what sounded good to you.  Young fella, you are stuck now!” replied the tall, smilin’ gentleman.
Well, as you can imagine, the whole table of things now chimed in about the unfairness of the deal offered by the smilin’ fella.  The ol’ boy listened to all their pitiful outbursts and slurs and then he said, “What I did to you folks is exactly what Obama, this administration and Congress did to you with the unread, unstudied passage of the health care legislation. It was a great deal of fun for me to, so easily, sucker you in to my deal, without you even realizing, for one moment, the real cost of my bargain. Folks, your downfall was in the belief that you can have something for nothing.  You willingly allowed someone else to think for you without any research and sadly you had to face the results of your mistake.”
The fella tore up the napkin and placed it before the astonished young man. “This is the nature of your new health care legislation.”  He turned away to leave the “things” with their thoughts and he looked surprised by applause he was receiving.  The elderly gentleman, who was clearly entertained by all of this, shook his hand and said, “Thank you, sir.  These kids today just don’t understand Liberty like me and you.”
He refused to allow me to pay his bill as I said, “You earned this one. It is an honor to pick up the tab.” I shook his hand in thanks, leaving the restaurant somewhat humbled and sensing a glimmer of hope for my beloved country.  I sure hop y’all do too!
VERY IMPORTANT FOOT NOTE: You lil' punk, Barry Hussein, you insignificant lil' flea, you cannot defeat me! I am backed by a fella, who had spikes driven in both hands and feet, then he was hung on timbers and the only thing holding him up were those spikes, then he was stabbed and given up for dead, then he was entombed, then he walked out of that tomb and ascended up into the sky and after all of that he still lives today! Yes, this is my backing! What's yours? George Soros? I am laughing whole-heartily right now! How small you really are you lil' arrogant imposter! Oh yeah, and if you think this fella backing me is something, I just can't wait 'til you meet his father! Good luck, you're gonna need it! "Any man who thinks he can be happy and prosperous by letting the Government take care of him; better take a closer look at the American Indian." --- Henry Ford

1 comment:

  1. Awesome explanation and made sense!


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