Please do not read if you have a weak stomach
Imagine that you are sitting at a table that is beautifully decorated
with ornate candles, plates trimmed in gold, fine crystal glasses filled
with the finest wine. Servants with white gloves surround the table
ready to serve the most exquisitely palatable pastries you have ever
seen! You’ve worked hard for this ~ it’s your inheritance!
Something smells strange. In fact, you swear it smells like pig shit.
You look around and it seems like you are all squirming in your seats.
Everyone appears to be getting really uncomfortable, however, no one
says a word.
The gloved servants serve the delectable’s one by
one. They are beautiful and plump and warm, you can see the steam coming
from them. They must have just come from the oven. You just can’t get
over it. Something smells…you’re just not sure what. How could that
horrible ungodly smell be permeating this beautiful room.
waiters bow and back from the room a short grace is given; thanking God
for the very many blessings that you are allowed to have.
look around again, in fact, you are all looking at each other. Again, no
one says a word as you all cut into the tantalizing pastry and lift a
piece to your mouth when you notice it’s contents are warm and brown and
stink like pig shit. Aghhh, can’t be. You all shrug it off because it
is so tormentingly pleasing to look at. The promise is in the packaging
~ it has to be palatable!
Again, everyone looks around. The
smiles are uncomfortable this time, yet no one breathes a word. Like the
admirable person that you are, you get about your business. It just
feels like something is not quite right.
You all put a forkful
into your mouth and let the flavor melt onto your tongue and you think
to yourself…this tastes like pig shit! You all look around at each
Everyone’s mouth is slowly moving and savoring the sensation of
the delightful pastry. Watching and waiting for someone to swallow. You
all know it smells like pig shit and it tastes like pig shit but it’s
packaged so brilliantly that it just can’t be. Then someone swallows and
one-by-one you all swallow that warm mouth full of pig shit.
this point, everyone knows that they are being served shit yet since
this is your inheritance you‘re not willing stop. You all continue to
clean your plates because that’s what good, tolerant Americans do. Not
one person pushes themselves from the table. Plates are cleaned to the
last tiny morsel. Everyone, leans back with a full belly. At least
feeling full but knowing that something is painfully wrong and you
sit……. and wait for another helping……your servants will be back….. the
American Dream is yours ….
[Honestly, if you do not see how this little story relates to this blog's proposal, well, consider it the product of something with your education. Still think having your own money, not THEIRS, is a silly idea?]