Will you join me in the garden?
neighbor, let me welcome es tu le jardin, home to the sweat of my brow. the rows of the garden stretch out in front and behind us, much as the muscles my ancestors used while they labored diligently with blood and toil to provide us a fertile bed for the seed of ideas to be sown, all the while in prayer and supplication. these ideas once planted in the spring of our nation, by people of passion did require much care with mulch and hoe, to prevent those unwanted tares from overtaking the tiny young crop. as time and experience turned our field, walled in stone, from brown to green to red, the preparations they had made for those predatory creatures, who entered the field in darkness, to root and glut on the tender young shoots, were not successful. much of the crop and oh so many of the laborers fell first on the left, then the right and even the fence with all of it's picketts was lost. the field and its crop, much smaller now, was surrounded by great cities, filled with the busy minded, who care not for the garden, as it required more labor than was convenient. as the march of the seasons continued the summer encompassed the whole world, where the heat oppressed our passions, and many more died in the fields, and we were dependent upon the reign of keyngs to nourish that which had been planted. our grandfathers unknowingly used tools marred with marx and rust to weed the rows and it caused some of the crop to be hybridized. through patience and faithfulness we have continued on with our struggle until the leaves of fall now have adjusted their hue in preparation of colder days. the end, so very near, i will gather my gloves, pull up my boots, and sharpen my tools, for the harvest is almost at hand. i cannot offer you much more than sore muscles, and little sleep, but if you will join me, we will harvest the sweet fruit of freedom, and offer it to those who desire it.
Friday, January 7, 2011
doing for the poor
My husband and I observed some neighbors recently who apparently use a crutch, at least when they leave their house, which the ailment of the day, allows them to receive disability payments, which monthly is more than my grand mother in law receives.
i walk into a store and notice the door, where ensconced firmly by the handle is a little sticker which reads simply, lone star aceptado aquÃ. So we could not get enough english peaking peoples to enroll we must now advertise in spanish? sometimes i wonder..... so i recall something ole ben franklin said to me one time. he said, …"I am for doing good to the poor, but I differ in opinion of the means.—I think the best way of doing good to the poor, is not making them easy in poverty, but leading or driving them out of it. In my youth I travelled much, and I observed in different countries, that the more public provisions were made for the poor, the less they provided for themselves, and of course became poorer. And, on the contrary, the less was done for them, the more they did for themselves, and became richer. There is no country in the world [but England] where so many provisions are established for them; so many hospitals to receive them when they are sick or lame, founded and maintained by voluntary charities; so many alms-houses for the aged of both sexes, together with a solemn general law made by the rich to subject their estates to a heavy tax for the support of the poor. Under all these obligations, are our poor modest, humble, and thankful; and do they use their best endeavours to maintain themselves, and lighten our shoulders of this burthen?—On the contrary, I affirm that there is no country in the world in which the poor are more idle, dissolute, drunken, and insolent. The day you passed that act, you took away from before their eyes the greatest of all inducements to industry, frugality, and sobriety, by giving them a dependence on somewhat else than a careful accumulation during youth and health, for support in age or sickness. In short, you offered a premium for the encouragement of idleness, and you should not now wonder that it has had its effect in the increase of poverty. Repeal that law, and you will soon see a change in their manners. St. Monday, and St. Tuesday, will cease to be holidays. SIX days shalt thou labour, though one of the old commandments long treated as out of date, will again be looked upon as a respectable precept; industry will increase, and with it plenty among the lower people; their circumstances will mend, and more will be done for their happiness by inuring them to provide for themselves, than could be done by dividing all your estates among them".[From Benjamin Franklin, "On the Price of Corn and the Management of the Poor" (1766)
hey but what did the einstein of his day know? he was just an illiterate, backwards, rube. i mean, he did not actually invent electricity, you know. you like apples?
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