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From flickr.com/photos/77161127@N00/14802912340/: French Fries - Killer Melts Food Truck
French Fries - Killer Melts Food Truck
(image by shelnew19)

'Get a job Sha na na na, sha na na na na
And when I go back to the house
I hear the woman's mouth
Preaching and a crying,
Tell me that I'm lying 'bout a job
That I never could find.
Yip yip yip yip yip yip yip yip
Mum mum mum mum mum mum'

American Workers who produce Freedom Fries do their part to keep us free. Recall, the former owner of the Bar-W Texas Bull Ranch once informed his Nation that people become Terrorists because they are jealous of the way we live; nonetheless, I propose we stay the course.

Work is essential to the soul-building process. People who don't want to work should pack up their unaccomplished souls and get out of the Country. They're like folks who claim disability in order to obtain a free ride paid for by the successful Free Enterprise folks who built the Country without any help from anyone.

An anecdote: My wife works as a substitute teacher. She is a certified teacher, who in her day worked in a top California district, having received awards which corresponded to her contributions. We both worked as teachers before text-book creators, bedrock moral leaders and others, all on a selfless mission to improve education by advocating time proven faith-centered methods emphasizing work ethics and personal responsibility while cutting costs, earned enough money to hire Washington lobbyists to promote their life's calling.

There were times, my wife returned from a hard day's work, looking somewhat ashen and with the unmistakable growling behavior select wild animal's display. I have labeled this phenomenon 'unfed hunger deficit disorder - UHDD'. "I'm hungry," is her way of conveying to me that I somehow was the lone reason for the UHDD flare-up, even though I, myself, had taken care to make her a sandwich.

After returning to near normal, she invariably confessed to me that she had given one of her kids the sandwich, after discovering she hadn't eaten all day. On one occasion, my wife met the mother who told her that she had been at the Department of Social Services office with the intention of applying for help in putting food on her family.

The 'Welfare-NOT' office (welfare as we knew it is no longer needed) counselor-of-the-day insisted she sign the application to certify that she is swearing under oath as to the by-god truth of her words, and not offering a fabrication with the intention of deceiving responsible, hard working, American taxpayers. Lying on her application, the form stated, would amount to perjury. The girl's mother related to my wife how two well-known War Criminals who had refused to take an oath before appearing before Congress to lie about the 9/11 Trifecta thing, came to mind.

The mother had some doubts about what to put down on paper, because her husband was occasionally paid for odd jobs while seeking full-time employment. He was too old to enlist in the United States Military's job program. She said she was ashamed for even thinking of applying for Food assistance during wartime, knowing the any extra expense for the government could hamper the peace effort.

Of course, this anecdote was a complete fabrication. Things like this don't happen in this Greatest Country on Earth; nonetheless, my wife continued with her perturbation, this time about being required to sit in the office and file stuff, in order to put in enough time to be paid for a 'full day'.

She claims to have had trouble with one of the heavy filing drawers. I'll bet the secretaries had a good laugh, someone with five years college and all. My wife is prone to telling tall-tales, for attention no doubt.

President Barack Obama, as he attained office, but before lunch, assured us:

"I'm no longer just a candidate. I'm the President. I know what it means to send young Americans into battle, for I have held in my arms the mothers and fathers of those who didn't return. I've shared the pain of families who've lost their homes, and the frustration of workers who've lost their jobs."

Seriously, I would be amiss in not mentioning the extraordinary measures Congress had taken to lead us into a new era of unprecedented prosperity. We now boast more billionaires than ever before and millionaires have become too common to keep score. Like most Americans, I am holding my breath for the first personal trillionaire to arrive on the scene. I pray he is an American.

A new program is already in the planning stages: 'LIFESTYLE OF THE NEW AMERICAN TRILLIONARE, LEAVING COMMON BILLIONAIRES BEHIND' brought to you by ". (The network is actively seeking sponsors).

As America has progressed (in spite of the Liberal Media) the networks have upgraded their commercials. I, myself, love to watch the excitement of a beautiful, happy, fit everyday-person chomping into a sandwich, with the realization that she has a darn good job while serving as a model for job seekers, a job that likely will lead to a dandy career with good pay, bennies and company paid retirement.

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