BARRY AND THE CHICKEN FARM

One day Barry decided he wanted to become a farmer. He didn’t know anything about farming, “that shouldn’t stop me” he thought. So be walked into a big stone building in the middle of the town and talked to the man what was in charge. "Mister I want to run a big farm but I have no money, experience or talent, but what I lack in those things I make up for in fertilizer, I got lots and lots of that!"

The man sitting behind the big desk looked at Barry over the top of his reading glasses and snorted "look here young man, you tell me you want to be a farmer but you have no money or ability or experience?" Barry slowly nodded his head in the affirmative. "perfect!" exclaimed Mister Hoggsworth. "Sounds like attempted to farm to me!" and handed a big fat check to Barry. "Now go see my friends Barney Mack and Fannie Dodd, the sub-prime mortgage folks,  just tell them that you need a loan for the rest of the farm, but you have no intention to ever pay them back, you will be a shoe in".
So off runs Barry to see the mortgage folks.

"Tell us young man, what inspired you to take up this endeavor?" inquired the mortgage folks. Barry explained, "well you know my pastor the Justice Of The Peace Reverend Soshal Right, I have been going to his church for twenty years and in all that time I have never listened to one single sermon until last Sunday".

He just kept talking about chickens coming home to roost, I wondered where those chickens would come home to roost at, I just couldn't bear the thought of all those homeless chickens".
Barney and Miss Dodd looked at each other and then said to Barry "your about as sub-prime as they get, now your sure if we loan you all this money are your absolutely certain you wont try to pay it back". "No sir, I promise,” said Barry. "That's good" said Barney "me and Miss Dodd went to alot of trouble to extract this loot from the evil rich and we don't ever want it to find it's way back".
"How did you get it from them?" inquired Barry.

"Well, for years we tried the front door approach and told them we wanted to take the money from the working and successful and give it to the less fortunate non-producers; this was roundly rejected by the producers, so I was put in charge of back door operations and I found creative ways to accomplish the same thing, your Pastor, Justice Soshal was delighted with our results,
now whenever someone objects to having their pockets picked we just use the magic four letter word, 'HATE' and it works like a charm" sneered Barney.
Barry smiled and ran off with the bag of unearned loot.

I got the loot now I need a farm. Barry spies a nice big farm and says, "that's the one I want!” He went to the owner and demanded the farm. At first the old farmer refused, then Barry remembered the magic word. "You wont give me what I want just because of my big ears!
 You H-A-T-E me because I have big-assed ears!”

 The old farmers eyes grew wide and be had a look of fear from that magic word. He threw Barry the deed to the farm and ran off. “Cool!” thought Barry and got to work on a sign to hang over the gate to his magically acquired farm.

Barry went about the business of building his new farm. Everywhere he went in town gathering building materials and chicken feed he kept demanding more and more special deals and discounts due him because of his large ears. It got to the point that Barry didn't even have to say the magic word anymore. If one of the shopkeepers or townspeople balk at Barry's ever increasing demands, all he had to do was point at his big ears and wag his finger and that would do the trick. He hardly ever had to use the magic four-letter word anymore.
Finally the chicken farm was finished and ready for it's new occupants. At first no chickens moved in, so Barry got an idea, he put up a sign "Free Chicken Feed" and the chicks started flocking in. After a few weeks the chickens stopped coming until Barry hung up another sign that said "Egg Laying Not Required", after that the chicken farm filled to capacity.
The chickens were in hog heaven, it was a dream come true to get all the cracked corn they want and not have to work for it. Barry was very happy with the success of his new farm, the problem was, the money was draining out, but none was coming in.

 No matter thought Barry, he knew the most important thing was to be fair and redistribute the wealth of the town. When the money ran out Barry ran to Mister Hoggsworth and Barney and Dodd and the gang of three extorted and looted the evil successful townsfolk. This worked for a while until the looted got sick and tired of getting their pockets picked, they all just gave up and moved away.

 The debts on the farm kept piling up and Barry just kept raising his debt ceiling, Barry got an idea that would make it impossible to ever run out of money. He went out and got himself a money printing machine and after that he just kept pounding out his Barry dollars. The Barry dollars didn’t have a picture of a president, just an image of a huge ear and above the image it did not say “In God We Trust”, it just said "Don't Be Hatin".
The problem was the more Barry dollars he printed the less they were worth. Barry thought he just needed to stimulate the chickens more so he just kept the money printer running full blast.
Barry looked at the big red warning label on the printer that said " Warning do not exceed maximum limit of 14 trillion copies"
Barry fearing chicken riots ignored the warning and hot-wired a jumper around the limit switch.

 The chickens were livid about the quality and quantity of their feed lately and the deteriorating coops. At first the demonstrations were peaceful, but it soon turned ugly and became a full-fledged pecking party.
At some point the mob of chickens focused their anger at the farmhouse and declared that Barry had not lived up to his promises of hope and change and they stormed Barry's farmhouse.

When the first responders made their way into the dilapidated farmhouse, they found Barry next to the smoking money printer; he was buried up to his neck in the worthless Barry dollars and chicken shit. His finger still holding down the green “print” button.

The sign that was once proudly displayed over the gate to Barry's farm now hung at an angle held loosely by one rusted chain. The letters barely legible through all the chicken shit said it all. "WECOME TO BARRY'S UTOPIA WHERE THE CHICKENS COME HOME TO ROOST"

Narrator: wasn’t that an interesting story boys and girls?
A very wise old woman from across the big pond once said "socialism is great until you run out of other people's money"(paraphrased).

The moral to the story: he who forgets the past is doomed to repeat it. You don't have to look very far back in time to see socialism falling on its ass, as a matter of fact you can still see it happening today. So why the hell does Obama think it will work here? The sad truth is I don't think he really gives a damn if it works or not. He is determined to administer his brand of social justice even if it destroys our way of life. That's when the leftist’s chickens will truly come home to roost!