The (revised) Grasshopper and the Ants

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The Grasshopper and the Ants

By Joseph Shattan on 3.9.10 @ 6:07AM

Once upon a time, there was a happy-go-lucky grasshopper who lived only to have fun. All through the long summer days, he would sing and dance, and laugh at the industrious ants who were busily preparing for winter. But then cruel winter came, and the grasshopper was starving. In desperation, he approached the ants' nest and begged for food. "You should have danced less and worked more," the ants scolded him, but then, being basically kind-hearted creatures, they decided to give him a few of their hard-won crumbs.

The next summer was exactly like the one before: Once more, the ants worked without pause, while the grasshopper sang and danced. When winter came, he appealed to the ants again, only this time, he brought his 10,000 children along with him. "It's thanks to your kindness," he said, "that I made it through the winter, and was able to father these little ones. Surely, you won't let us all starve to death."

The ants convened a meeting of their Council to decide what to do. On the one hand, they felt a certain responsibility for the grasshopper and his huge brood; on the other hand, feeding 10,000 growing grasshoppers could make a serious dent in their winter provisions.

Finally, one Council member had a brilliant idea. "Let's just take some food from the hardest-working ants. They've got more than enough, and won't mind sharing their good fortune with the needy grasshoppers."

The Council-of-Ants thought this was a splendid plan, and quickly acted on it. As a result, the grasshoppers survived the winter, the ants congratulated themselves on their compassion, and hardly anyone noticed that the hardest-working ants, whose food had been seized, left the nest in disgust.

Summer came around once again, and once again the grasshoppers danced and sang, while the ants toiled and saved. But without the hardest-working ants to do the heavy-lifting, the ants did not get very much accomplished, and barely accumulated enough food to get themselves through the winter.

And then, one cold and snowy day, the ants heard an ominous rumble approaching ever-closer. It was the sound of a million grasshoppers, all converging on their tiny ant-hill. "Since time immemorial," Grandfather Grasshopper solemnly declared, "the ant people have shared their winter provisions with the grasshopper people. We demand that you do so now, immediately, or we'll destroy your nest, and take by force what is rightfully ours."

This is how the Dilemma of the Welfare State, aka the Entitlement Crisis, came into the world.
 
"As a result, the grasshoppers survived the winter, the ants congratulated themselves on their compassion, and hardly anyone noticed that the hardest-working ants, whose food had been seized, left the nest in disgust."


Read "Atlas Shrugged" by Ayn Rand. BTW Blasta, you're a racist.
 
Through written 50 years ago, Atlas Shrugged is more pertinant today than it ever was. The similiarities are very scary, to say the least.
 
Originally Posted By: Timberbeast7Was the president a dung beetle?

His mother was an ant and his father was a bigamist dung beetle.

We're not sure whether or not he was truly qualified to be president, however, because though he claimed to have been born in the ant hill, he never produced a long form birth certificate.

His mother divorced the dung beetle early on and later she married a potato bug and they lived together for some time under a rock. Some speculate the potato bug adopted the ant-dung beetle, but records on that aren't clear. The mother divorced him, too.

This has all left most of the hardest working ants with unanswered questions. I seems even the lazy ants have turned on the ant-dung beetle because just today Rasmussen's poll put him at a record low point and plunging.
 
Meanwhile, any well known insect who would criticize the Spawn of the Dung Beetle would be called out by the increasingly shrill Keith Olberoach as the "Worst Bug In The World" in front of an already miniscule and ever shrinking audience.

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