Jim Gries
CEO
AmeriCareToday
Make no mistake, growing up on a Nebraska farm in the 1940s was no piece of cake. As acknowledgement of my annual "labor contribution" to the farm (dad would be sued today for working me long hours with little pay), I was awarded my own little pig. No stock options, no golden parachutes, just a roof over my head, food to eat and one little pig a year. I did have perks, like an old galvanized tub to bathe in once a week and access to the outdoor privy, complete with an old Sears & Roebuck catalogue. It wasn't for reading.
As bad as that might sound to today's younger generation, lessons were learned. To maximize the farm's cash flow from grain production, our feed yard always had 50 or so cattle in it being fattened for slaughter. They were fed home grown grain in large quantities to accelerate weight gain, and this is where my little pig comes in. Pigs are born with a natural instinct to find food value by rooting around in things with their nose. My little pig was no different, and within hours of taking up residence in the fat cattle barnyard was sticking his nose in "cow droppings," which contained numerous non-digested hot kernels of corn. This was the daily routine, man fed cow, cow eats corn, dropping happen, little pig rushes up, sticks nose in droppings, finds hot kernels, and comes up licking his chops and smiling. Eventually this habit cost my little pig his life, as after reaching a certain weight he was shipped off to the slaughter house, and became part of a larger food chain. In a strange sort of way, the aforementioned scenario is being played out today.
Today's political barnyard is full of politicians consuming enormous amounts of political munchies, hoping to increase their political body fat for the next election. Just like the aforementioned barnyard scenario, droppings happen on a daily basis. Like my little pig, talking bobble heads lie in wait hoping to find a hot political kernel in the droppings. Perhaps the one (of many) with the dirtiest nose is Rush Limbaugh, who makes millions scanning the political barnyard for new droppings. Once droppings happen, Rush rushes up, sticks his nose in, finds a hot kernel, comes up smiling and creates his daily "Tokyo Rose type" diatribe. Rush has an enormous client base that pay homage to their airway lord with mega kudos/dittos, buying ties, books, tapes and can't wait for tomorrow's daily fix. The munchies, to droppings, to spin, to ears cycle has become a way of life for millions of the "will someone please think for me" ditto-ers. A whole generation is being denied the pleasure of an independent thinking experience.
If this Egotistically Inspired Bloviator who would rather destroy a neighborhood than be a neighbor, lived in my old neighborhood, his golden EIB microphone would have found a home where the sun don't shine, and his only audience would be that SOB looking back at him in the mirror. But this is different times, and when you get hooked on "Lush Slimebaugh Diatribe (LSD), your hooked.
Maybe one day "Old Lush" will get fat and become part of a larger food chain, but for now he's just a fat little pig with a dirty nose..
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