This poem titled, Ode to the Welfare State, was read into the congressional record in 1946 by Clarence J. Brown (R-OH) and printed in the Daily News, a California publication, on November 4, 1949. It serves to remind us that the Tax the Rich scheme has been around for a long time. It didn't work then and it won't work now.
Father, must I go to work? No, my lucky son. We’re living now on easy street on dough from Washington.
We’ve left it up to Uncle Sam so don’t get exercised. Nobody has to give a damn – we’ve all been subsidized.
But if Sam treats us all so well and feeds us milk and honey, please daddy, tell me what the hell he’s going to use for money.
Don’t worry, bub, there’s not a hitch in this here noble plan. He simply soaks the filthy rich, and helps the common man.
But, father, won’t there come a time when they run out of cash, and we have left them not a dime when things will go to smash.
My faith in you is shrinking, son, you nosy little brat. You do to damn much thinking, son, to be a Democrat. -- Thanks to Aunt Mary Ann for sending this to me.
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