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Guest View: Here’s a Halloween parable

Evan Williams

Since the mainstream media have chosen sides and are busy indoctrinating everyone, particularly our children, in the wisdom of Socialism, listen up, kiddies, while I tell you a bedtime story.

Halloween is coming and, leaving aside that it amounts to little more than panhandling, there is a valuable lesson to be gained from it. Imagine that you have put a lot of time and effort into designing and creating a costume for the occasion; your parents may have even spent some of their hard-earned money to purchase one. You’ve donned a comfortable pair of shoes, and armed with your flashlight, you venture out into the darkness. You spend the next few hours tramping up and down streets in the cold air, ringing doorbells and collecting your loot, and you finally return home with cold hands, a full bag and a tired smile on your face.

As you sit down at the kitchen table and dump your bag out for inspection, your doorbell rings. You think to yourself, “Wow … somebody’s still out trick-or-treating at this hour?”

Your mother answers the door, and you hear her conversing with an adult voice. “Susie,” your mom says, “There’s someone very important here, and he wants to speak with you!”

You get up from the table and curiously walk to the door. “Hello, Susie,” booms the voice, “I’m Barack Obama, and I’m here to help you spread your wealth around. You see, Billy, your next-door neighbor, didn’t go out trick-or-treating tonight, and he doesn’t have any candy at all, and I’m wondering if you couldn’t just give him half of yours? That way, you’ll both have the same amount of candy and it will be fair, right?”

You are stunned, and you ask, “But Mr. Obama, why didn’t Billy go out and get his own candy? Was he sick, or maybe hurt or something?”

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To your amazement, Obama replies, “No, but surely you realize that ‘American Idol’ was on tonight, and he just thought trick-or-treating was a hassle … and I’m sure I don’t need to remind you how cold it was out there tonight, do I?”

You nod weakly and murmur, “No … but I worked hard for this candy, and I don’t think I want to share it with someone who wasn’t even willing to get out there and work for their own candy.”

Obama nods wisely, but with a firm voice replies, “Well, Susie, I’m afraid you really don’t have a choice in the matter. You see, that’s why I’m here … and that’s why this nice man from the IRS is here, too! We like to tell you it’s an investment of your candy, but actually there’s nothing you can do about it, because we’re going to take it anyway. Besides, look at all the candy you have; even with half gone, you still have enough … and doesn’t it just make you feel better about fairness?”

Your eyes narrow as you stare at the floor and think about Billy and “fairness” for a moment, and then the nice man from the IRS brushes past you on the way to the kitchen table. With large fistfuls, he begins to load your candy into his briefcase.

“Billy will sure appreciate this,” he says over his shoulder, “and you’ll feel better about this soon … and don’t you worry about poor Billy, we’ll be back around the 25th of December, just in time to make sure he has a nice ‘Winter Holiday’ celebration, too! I sure hope you get lots of presents.”

“From each according to his ability, to each according to his need.” – Karl Marx

– Evan Williams is a 30-year resident of South Lake Tahoe.