A Liberal-Progressive of considerable means travels on a road — or perhaps an inner city street — toward his destination. He comes upon a man squatting by the side of the road. He is gaunt, covered in dirt and clutches his meager possessions in a threadbare sack.
The Liberal-Progressive stops and as the man starts to rise, the Liberal-Progressive holds up his hand and says, “Stay as you are, my brother. There is no reason for you to rise at my approach. I can see that society has not treated you well, that you do not share in the riches our nation has to offer.”
Reaching into his pocket, the Liberal-Progressive takes out a coin and tosses it toward the man. He then turns and continues down the road on his journey.
A few weeks later, the Liberal-Progressive is traveling the same road and comes upon the same man squatting by road. The man makes no attempt to rise, simply looks up at the man of means who gave him a coin the last time they chanced upon each other.
“Ah, I see society still does not value you,” the Liberal-Progressives says, “You still do not share in the bounty of our nation. The rich man still lives on the hill and you are here by the side of the road covered in mud and clutching your few possessions in a sack.” Again the Liberal-Progressive takes out a coin and tosses it to the man, turns and continues on his journey.
The following year, the Liberal-Progressive once again travels the same road and comes upon the same man in the same condition. This time the man extends his hand and waves his fingers in the obvious “give-me” motion. The Liberal-Progressive smiles, says nothing and — once again — tosses a coin.
On another road — or another inner-city street — a Constitutional-Conservative of means comes upon a gaunt man squatting by the side of the road, covered in dirt, with pieces of cardboard as his only shelter against the elements and with all his meager possessions in a threadbare sack.
He stops and as the man starts to rise, the Constitutional-Conservative says, “Come here, my brother. I can see you have not done well in our wonderful country, filled with opportunity. Here are three coins. With the first buy food for you need your strength. With the second, buy a bucket so you may draw water from the stream and clean yourself. With the third get a plastic tarp that you may have shelter from the elements.
“When you have eaten and cleaned yourself and erected your tent for shelter, I would ask that you walk back the way I have just come and you will see the home of an old widow woman whose yard needs pruning and whose fence needs repair and a fresh coat of paint. Do these things for her and she will pay you for your services. Will you do these things?”
The man takes the coins, picks up his sack and starts up the road in the direction the Constitutional-Conservative had come.
A few months later, the Constitutional-Conservative is traveling the same road. He notices that the widow’s yard is mowed and flowers fill the once empty beds. The fence looks sturdy and boasts a fresh coat of paint. Across the street he sees a man repairing a porch while the elderly owner looks on.
When he comes to the spot where he had met the man covered in dirt squatting by the road he sees that a house is under construction and that there are eight tarp tents in the field in front of the house. As he stops to observe the scene the man he had given the coins trots up.
He is clean and neatly dressed in coveralls. The Constitutional-Conservative smiles and says, “You look much better than the last time we met. Have things gone well with you?”
“Yes, sir, they certainly have, ” he replies. “I did as you asked when you were kind enough to stop and offer help. I ate because I was hungry; I washed because I was covered in dirt and I made a tent so I would be sheltered from the weather. Then I went and asked the widow lady up the road if perhaps I could help her by cleaning up her yard and repairing and painting her fence.”
The man stopped, looked up at the house under construction and waved his arm to encompass it and the tents scattered in the field. “What you see,” he said, “is the result. As you suggested she paid me for my services and told her friends about me. I did work for them as well and soon there were more people who wanted my services. More, actually, than I could handle.
“So, I took three coins and gave them to another man and told him what you told me. This,” he smiled, “is the result. That’s my house being built and I have eight people doing work for people living all over the area. Thank you.”
The Constitutional-Conservative smiled broadly, patted the man he had helped on the back. “You have done well my friend,” he said. “And, best of all you have taken the lessons you learned and are passing them on to others.”
If you are ever squatting by the side of the road, hungry, covered in dirt and in need of shelter, which man do you hope comes along?
Two Years Later
The Constitutional-Conservative was traveling the same road looking forward with anticipation to seeing what progress had been made by the man he had helped two years ago.
As he passed through the town he was disappointed to see that the yard of the old woman was once again overgrown with weeds, the flower beds wilted and dead.
When he came to the spot where he had met the man, gaunt and covered in dirt, squatting by the side of the road he found nine men, covered in dirt, squatting by the side of the road. The house was still unfinished and there were no longer any tents spotted about the field.
The man he originally helped saw him, rose slowly and approached.
“What happened?” asked the Constitutional-Conservative. “Why are you all here by the side of the road instead of working on your home and doing the chores your neighbors down the road need help with?”
The man shuffled his feet and replied, “Well, sir, shortly after your last visit a car from the county arrived. They said I did not have the required permit to build my house, that I hadn’t filled the plans and been certified that they met the local building code. So we stopped work while I prepared the necessary paperwork and took time to accumulate the money necessary to go forward with the process.
“But, the next day a mini-van arrived with officials from the state. They told me I didn’t have a contractor’s license and that I couldn’t work on anyone’s home without one. And, that I had better collect sales tax on all my work or I’d have to pay it. In fact, they wanted to see all my records and based on the work I — and these other men had done — I owed them $26,000 in back sales tax plus penalties and interest brought it to nearly $38,000.
“So, I couldn’t work until I paid it, I couldn’t raise the money necessary to get the permits to built my house.”
“Oh my,” said the Constitutional-Conservative, “that is quite a dilemma, isn’t it?”
“That’s not the worst of it,” the man said. “The next day a bus arrived filled with men from Washington. Some were from the Department of Labor who told me that because I provided shelter to the other men I had to consider them employees and that I would have to pay FICA and Medicare taxes on the money they made. And that if my company continued to grow I’d have to provide health insurance to each person.
“Another group was from the Department of Housing and Urban Development who said that the tents didn’t constitute suitable housing and that since I was the landowner I was responsible for installing plumbing and water supply to each ‘living unit’.
“Then there were the bunch from the Environmental Protection Agency who wanted to see our toxic materials book for all the paint and lawn products we used to make certain we weren’t contaminating the soil.
“When we first met you told me about the old lady who needed her yard cleared and her fence mended and painted. I provided a service and she paid me and things were wonderful. I followed your example and did the same thing with man after man until we were all doing better, had a self-pride we had lacked before and looked forward to the future.”
“Now,” he said wearily, “look at us. We are covered again in dirt, hungry and without shelter to protect us from the weather. We squat here day after day waiting for the government to send us a check so we can stay alive.”
Is America freer today with the government “protecting” us?
Do you want to spend your life squatting by the side of the road waiting for the government to provide you sustenance?