Roosevelt identifies his “Five Freedoms” and if there was any doubt that he was a rabid socialist, there they are for all to see. The first three are found in our Bill of Rights. But the last two?
Number 4 is simply “pie in the sky” fairy-tale policy. “Fear from attack?” Yeah, that sounds nice but any kid who spent any time on the playground in 3rd grade knows that the only way to be free from fear of attack is if all the other kids on the playground are in fear of your retaliation. It’s the same in the world; always has been, always will be. But FDR was a “one world dreamer,” just like Woodrow Wilson. FDR took it a step further, believing that through the power of his wonderful personality he could get a ruthless dictator like Stalin to somehow “play nice.”
Number 5 is no better. “Freedom from want.” Hey, I’ve got 7 TV’s but only two are HD. I WANT the rest of them upgraded. And, I don’t really like my 2004 Ford Escape, even though it’s reliable and paid for. No, I really WANT a Ferrari 612 Scaglietti. No, wait, I really WANT two Ferrari 612 Scagliettis. One red, one silver, to match my mood for the day. So, FDR, until I get my HD TV’s and my Ferraris, I am NOT free from want. I suffer. Please, break the oppressive chains of my bondage.
As Margaret Thatcher said, “Socialism works great until you run out of other people’s money.” You can never be free from “want” unless you are willing to ration based on “need.” Which turns the whole idea on it’s head because rationing never leads to prosperity.
Lucky for later generations that by the end of the century the failings of socialism would be so blatantly obvious that support for a “to each according to need” agenda will have faded to nothing.
Homer_J_Simpson: "Lucky for later generations that by the end of the century the failings of socialism would be so blatantly obvious that support for a to each according to need agenda will have faded to nothing."
Great post henkster. And no sarcasm from Homer... ;-)
Of course it did -- faded to nothing, and soon forgotten.
But hope springs eternal in breasts of the gullible, and when the old snake-oil got repackaged as:
...well, who could ever vote against those things?
(Just don't look behind the curtain at those 60s hippy dope-smoking bomb throwers running the show these days...)