Socialist/Communism vs. Capitalism
Socialism
relegates all talent to the “state”;
Its progeny,
communism, iron-fist imposes compliance.
Capitalism
rewards talent-effort with self-satisfaction
and monetary
remuneration comparable to the sacrifice.
The masses often
starve in Communist countries;
Capitalists are Christian-generous by nature.
America (U.S.)
is the most giving democracy on earth.
A capitalist
will give you the shirt off his back.
A socialist will
steal your shirt and blame---you!
With Capitalism,
I may very well fail of my own accord;
under communism
I never get the chance to even try.
My dearly
departed friend, Michael, gone now 5 years,
walked into my
office one fine day and asked for a piece
of tablet paper
and a pen. Laying the paper horizontal, he
drew two lines,
left to right, placing an “o” to the far left
side and an “x”
on the right. Then, he drew a “graph line
above and below
the top line, all the way across with wicked
highs and lows.
On the lower line he drew an almost overlap
of the straight
line with only a few diversions up or down.
Michael
inquired, “If these graphs were your entire life-cycle,
one with very
few ups or downs, just a steady “easy” life and
the other filled
with highs and lows depending on your tolerance
for exciting risk
and a “controlled” cavalier “winning” attitude,
which would you
choose for your entire life-pattern?
Without
hesitation, I chose the “severe” highs and lows authority!
Seems to me: The
very purpose of life---is…living-excitement.
Anyway,
everything is truly “black or white”;
There simply are
no obfuscating shades-of-grey!
And, keeping
score is only “good” if it is important---to you!?
So? Conservative/Traditional
Capitalism breeds harmony and power;
Prosperity for
all dictated by Christian-generosity
of reality.
Social “disorder”
by trace to Communism begets: Anarchy!
If such be your “intended”
goal---bring it…I’m locked and loaded!
Plus:
Day 245
Picking up a
load of feeder calves only to have the
farmer hand Dad
a card with names and birthdays
With
our farm and the horses, barn, outbuildings, the old house and a new domicile,
we became “quite” the ranchers; naturally we had a 4-wheel drive pick-up and a
stock trailer, so, we just had to invest in cattle---and…we sure enough did so!
Spying
an ad in the local rag, we found a “For sale” ad offering 7-feeder cattle. I
talked to our girls to see if they wanted to go in on the investment, share the
work of fattening the calves and then split the profits when we took the
critters to market. They were both---all-in!
I
made arrangements with the farmer selling the feeder calves to collect the
animals; we hitched up the ole stock trailer and off we went. (The girls received
a Life-lesson and a lecture.)
All
the way to the farm where the feeders were held, ole Dad lectured the girls on
how they needed to learn that this was a business-deal; we were buying these
cattle to fatten so we could sell them at a profit. Under no circumstance were my “cattle-venture” partners to name these
calves, they were simply merchandise on the store shelf to be turned into a
tidy profit. (We had a menagerie of animal species already living on the farm;
problem was: These girls made them all pets!)
I lectured my “little-darlings” not
to name “any” of the cattle---They reluctantly agreed.
So?
We arrive at the farm, look over the herd, negotiate a final price, write a
check, load the critters, say “Good-ye!” to the friendly farmer and start to
pull on down the lane for home.
I
brake suddenly as we hear the farmer yelling at us. (My check couldn’t have
bounced already?) As I roll down my side window to see what the problem is, the
old farmer hands me an I.B.M punch card; on the back of it is a list of seven
names and birthdays. I’m confused.
“Here
are the names and birthdates of each of the calves,” he proudly announces.
The
girls were “pretty” polite about it all; I don’t recall them laughing at my
dilemma out loud!? So, we got home with our herd, unloaded them at the barn and
closed the gate; I might be just an ordinary “city-boy” when it comes right
down to it, but, even a novice to the ranching business like me knew better
than to turn loose a herd of new-to-the-property cattle. After a couple of days
of close watch while petting, feeding and watering the critters, we turned them
out. Yup! Candy and the girls made “pets” out of the herd---me…too!
But,
we raised them up, put the necessary weight on them and nine months later
loaded the cattle in the stock trailer and took them to market. Yeah! A few
tears were shed.
Daughter
Beth claims to this day that Becky got the lion’s share of the profits; Becky
says she fed and watered the cattle and Beth didn’t help, much! Anyway, Becky
allowed, she went up to the barn and talked to “Buster” (which was her choice
among the critters) and Beth never did so.
Anyway,
we never did another cattle project as partners; no hard feelings, just didn’t
happen.
Ah! Cookie Jar Sweet “Moo!---I love hamburgers!”
Memories!
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