The best post this week is at Hamster Motortime, Tom is America's greatest untapped resource. He is my nomination for Alan Greenspan's successor. You must read it all and send it to your Democrat socialist elected officials (so good they are at spending my money);
Suppose you were a squirrel. You would work hard to find the biggest nuts,
and then stash those large nuts in secret places. You'd only do so if you had a
high degree of assurance that those nuts would be there, unrotted and ready to
eat, when your life depended on them. You'd have to depend on other squirrels to
not steal your nuts, and assure them that you would do likewise.
Now suppose that a pack of liberal chinchillas, calling themselves the Friends of the Forest, came along preaching the evils of despoiling the forest by the secretion of nuts. They would climb onto tree stumps and proclaim, "You have destroyed our natural panoply and ruined the aesthetic balance of nature, man. Your lives are a blight on the harmony of our forest. For the greater good of our nurturing forest, you must change your ways. Or else."
Then they would harass every squirrel out trying to find nuts, calling them fascists incomparably more evil than the infamous squirrel known as "Muffins." They would raid all the nut caches they could find, throwing the hard-sought nuts into the river. They would carry around chunks of sandalwood and tufts of unknown leaves that had been struck by lightning, claiming they "enhanced the psychic atmosphere." Worse yet, they would subject every young squirrel to merciless indoctrination, turning them into anemic grass-eating advocates of Chinchillism ready to denounce their thrifty parents to the nearest Friend of the Forest. Squirrels would wake up uncertain of whether they would be able to collect any nuts at all that day, or whether any nuts they did find would be safe from the chinchillas or their squirrel abettors. Each squirrel would look out only for himself, eager to strike a deal with the Friends of the Forest.
You would be righteously indignant and would express your rage in a barely audible "scrick," by which you mean, "you malodorous chinchilla marauders have destroyed our right to the rightfully acquired fruits of our labor, and in doing so secured our certain death by starvation. We, the squirrels, depend upon the continued existence of immutable property rights for the maintainance of any survival above the savage existence of our early squirrel ancestors.