[norwaypinesavage]

I grew up near such a utopia. I lived in a town surrounded by Indian reservations. The town was an island on the map in the midst of green, the color on state maps for reservations. All anyone had to do to receive the reservation stipend was prove a small percentage of native blood, and live on the reservation. There were no property lines, so anyone could build their shacks anywhere. And they did.

The stipend wasn't very much, but living costs were low there, and for many, that was their only income. The result was a disaster. There was rampant crime, alcoholism, car crashes, and sickness. There were no farms, businesses (this was before casinos, if want to call them businesses), or even super markets. Free money simply doesn't work.

[dfwgator]

“Idle hands are the Devil’s Workshop.”