Walt Disney presenting The grasshopper and the ants http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dmGk8JAMhBw
Cartoon: The Grasshopper and the Ant created 1933 during the 1st Great Depression: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wM1DgihKHVI&feature=related
That’s a good one - our situation in a nutshell. Think I’ll email it around.
Excellent! Thanks for posting. Sending it to everyone in my email addy.
The next summer, the surviving ants, who haven’t emmigrated to Australia, spend the summer playing and frolicing, and when the winter comes, there’s no food to plunder and the ants and grasshoppers all starve together. Winter arrived in 2009.
In my version the entire shabang collapses, I fry the ants and grasshoppers up in some chili sauce and sell them to rich idiots as Thai food.
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When you get enough of a population of grass hoppers, they become a swarm of locusts and consume everything in their path, leaving nothing for the rest to live off so every one starves. No one even makes it the the Winter, even the Locusts, because of the voracious destruction by the Locusts,
Our society is way past the Fable of the Ant and the Grass Hopper and it’s become the Ant and the Swarm of Locusts
There is a third version.
The ant works hard in the withering heat all summer long, building his house and laying up supplies for the winter.
The grasshopper thinks the ant is a fool and laughs, dances, and plays the summer away. Come winter, the ant is warm and well fed. The grasshopper has no food or shelter, so he eats the ant.
Moral of the story :
Never underestimate the power of ignorant people in large groups. Vote responsibly!
Once upon a time, there was a little red hen who scratched about the barnyard until she uncovered some grains of wheat.
She called her neighbors and said, "If we plant this wheat, we shall have bread to eat. Who will help me plant it?"
"Not I," said the cow.
"Not I," said the duck.
"Not I," said the pig.
"Not I," said the goose. "Then I will," said the little red hen, and she did.
The wheat grew tall and ripened into golden grain. "Who will help me reap my wheat?" asked the little red hen.
"Not I," said the duck.
"Out of my classification," said the pig.
"I'd lose my seniority," said the cow.
"I'd lose my unemployment compensation," said the goose.
"Then I will," said the little red hen, and she did.
At last it came time to bake the bread. "Who will help me bake the bread?" asked the little red hen.
"That would be overtime for me," said the cow.
"I'd lose my welfare benefits," said the duck.
"I'm a dropout and never learned how," said the pig.
"If I'm to be the only helper, that's discrimination," said the goose.
"Then I will," said the little red hen.
She baked five loaves and held them up for her neighbors to see. They wanted some and, in fact, demanded a share.
But the little red hen said, "No, I can eat the five loaves."
"Excess profits!" cried the cow.
"Capitalist leech!" screamed the duck.
"I demand equal rights!" yelled the goose.
And the pig just grunted.
And they painted "unfair" picket signs and marched around and around the little red hen, shouting obscenities.
When the government agent came, he said to the little red hen, "You must not be greedy." "But I earned the bread," said the little red hen.
"Exactly," said the agent. "That is the wonderful free enterprise system. Anyone in the barnyard can earn as much as he wants. But under our modern government regulations, the productive workers must divide their product with the idle."
And they lived happily ever after, including the little red hen, who smiled and clucked, "I am grateful. I am grateful."
But her neighbors wondered why she never again baked any more bread.