Dear Government, get the hell out of our lives, or some day... we will take you out, period.
I am alive.... I AM ALIVE!!!!
For crying out loud, I started working around farms when I was 11 years old. While I was never a farmer, I liked it and my parents wanted all 6 of us to learn work ethics and the value of hard work. I wanted to earn a little cash. We were dirt poor and we needed the extra cash. We NEVER took government handouts.
Heck, my brother and I used to buck hay... we would set the hook under the back bumper of the truck and the driver would drag us across the fields to the next group of bales. I would get a hay rash and beat up a bit, but it was fun and guess what—I am still alive!!
I had my son and daughter out doing the same kind of things when they were young.... I wasn’t poor, but I wanted them to learn the same things and to stay busy.
My kids didn’t get into trouble with the law, (I was a cop, I would have killed them—or so they thought. LOL) and they were never dopers.... they were kept too busy to get involved in that garbage.
“That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, — That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness.”
ARE WE THERE YET?
My husband started driving a tractor and farm truck when he was 6. Yes...six. He started working off of his dad’s farm, for farmers with more land, when he was 12.
He put himself through college, undergrad and grad school largely through what he made working out on farms.
I also grew up on a farm. Helped in many aspects, including livestock. I never got hurt and learned just how much it takes to make a farm operational.
Thanks everybody for the comments. Please read and send your comments to the DOL if you can.
I have those words from the Declaration printed out in a red, white and blue design and it hangs on the front of my fridge.