A young man went off to college to receive some education. After accepting his diploma, he returned home to visit with his family. His father was anxiously awaiting his arrival, and decided to go out and hunt two ducks for a special meal. The father's fortune was instantaneous, and he brought the ducks home for the boy's mother to cook them. The boy came home, greetings with hugs and kisses were shared, and the boy's mother invited everyone to sit at the table.
The boy believed himself to be much smarter than his parents at this point and while looking at the plate of meat before him explained to his father how there were three ducks on the platter. The father listened patiently but then answered, “No son, I only killed two.” The boy began to give more explanation. “You see,” he said, “The genetics from the one duck have crossed over unto the other, and when the miscegenation took place particles from the one duck interwove with the other duck and made three ducks from the compilation.” The mother said, “Son, I only cooked two ducks.” The boy began to make his point again, but the father interrupted his pontification and said, “Let's pray.” The father prayed saying, “Dear Lord, thank you for the bounty you have provided here today. We thank you for our son, and we ask you to bless our meal together. Amen” The father promptly forked up one duck and put it on the mother's plate, and he forked up the other duck and put it on his plate, and he said to his son, “Now son, you help yourself to that third duck.”
This story might remind some of the way government works. If a person can give enough explanation as to how there are more monies than appears, then there should be no problem feeding the masses of entitled folk who desire to dine. Maybe if there was the reality of that “third duck” for people to dine upon, some of the balderdash would disappear. But then again, isn't balderdash some type of seasoning?
Until tomorrow...Why Say More?
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