Maytag Refrigerator Boxes Replace Government Run Welfare!?
2011 Mike Church
Hey folks, its Mike Church with today’s Church Doctrine.
I have to give writers at the Huffington-Puffington Post some credit for their previously uncredited devotion to religion. These folks are some of the most faithful, true believers I have encountered in this millennium. The only problem is where their faith is placed: in the new God who resides in alabaster clad temples in Washington DC: the Federal Government. Reading the Huffpos Christine Wilkie, writing about the dire threat posed to human tranquility from the ascendancy of private charity and libertarian tax laws reminds me of similar screeds written about the threat posed by our old fuddy-duddy charity provider: God.
Ms. Wilkie and her coterie of learned, university based philanthropists inform us that prior to FEMA and Herbert Hoover, Americans were the stingiest louts in human history. What delusional creatures our great grandparents were, thinking fondly of their inefficient, privately funded outfits like The Knights of Columbus, The Benevolent Order of Elks, The Young Men’s Christian Association and the Catholic Church run and funded hospital system! These poor souls deserve the black and white, lifeless photographic history we see them in.
Until the American implementation of legal plunder, Wilkie informs us, nary a dime was forked over by the citizens of these United States for child care or senior care or abortive care or single mom care. This was WHY the new Eye in the sky God of Washington had to ride to the rescue of the poor. Speaking of poor, I have to wonder how MS. Wilkie and her philanthro-barons intend to cleanse the libraries of the works of those who documented the 19th century, privately funded goodness of these United States, like Alexis De Tocqueville?
De Tocqueville wrote of the rich and poor he encountered in America and was amazed at the attitudes of both toward their stations in life. It seemed to him that being poor in America did not entitle one to charity but instead to aspire to wealth by his own hand. I never met in America with any citizen so poor as not to cast a glance of hope and envy on the enjoyments of the rich, or whose imagination did not possess itself by anticipation of those good things which fate still obstinately withheld from him.
Heres to praying that fate obstinately denies Christine Wilkie and her ilkie their compulsory, legal plunder of mine and my wages so we can provide modern day De Tocquevilles an inspirational story to write.