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The fairy tale of "Utopia" is like "perpetual motion", it does not and cannot exist.

Perpetual motion's downfall is gravity, Utopia's downfall is human nature.

The obama crowd listens to the song, "Big Rock Candy Mountain" too much.

Big Rock Candy Mountain

Oh the buzzin' of the bees
in the cigarette trees
near the soda water fountain,
At the lemonade springs
where the bluebird sings
on the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

There's a lake of gin
we can both jump in,
and the handouts grow on bushes
In the new-mown hay
we can sleep all day,
and the bars all have free lunches

Where the mail train stops
and there ain't no cops,
and the folks are tender-hearted
Where you never change your socks
and you never throw rocks,
And your hair is never parted

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
there's a land that's fair and bright,
The handouts grow on bushes
and you sleep out every night

Where the boxcars all are empty
and the sun shines every day
On the birds and the bees
and the cigarete trees,
The lemonade springs
where the bluebird sings
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
all the cops have wooden legs
And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth
and the hens lay soft-boiled eggs

The farmer's trees are full of fruit
and the barns are full of hay
Oh I'm bound to go
where there ain't no snow
Where the rain don't fall,
the wind don't blow
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
the jails are made of tin,
And you can walk right out again
as soon as you are in
There ain't no short-handled shovels,
no axes, saws or picks,
I'm a-goin' to stay
where you sleep all day
Where they hung the jerk
that invented work
In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

The lyrics fit the moocher class to a tee....