When was the last time you saw someone who was really proud to be a Capitalist? You know, head held high, chest out, cigar smoking, make all the damn money you can, buy the biggest Cadillac they got, own all the real estate in nine counties kind of proud to be a Capitalist. These guys are few and far between now-a-days.
Mostly, we're stuck with the hang your head, give the damn labor unions anything they want, crawl all the way to Washington, shake, snivel, pee on your shoes and ask the idiot SocialistW Democrats for a hand out, kind of lily livered scum that runs some of our largest and most important corporations today. It is a sad state of affairs my friend.
John Wayne would have lined 'em all up and shot 'em, with one bullet too, so as not to waste good gun powder.
I just thank my lucky stars that I've had the privilege to know a number of men who were unabashed Capitalists when I was growing up. They taught me one helluva lot about life and how to get through it without whimpering and whining and moaning and wondering who was going to help me do something.
One of my favorite of these men was my great-uncle. I always called him 'Unc'. Unc had a big white 1958 Cadillac, a Stetson hat, handmade Mexican boots and a great big, hand rolled Cuban cigar in his mouth. Unc was 100% dyed in the wool, honest to God, Texas oilfield wildcatterW. He made his fortune betting his last dollar on oil wells in places that other drillers and wildcatters would run crying from.
Unc wasn't always rich and he damned sure didn't come from a family with money, he was born in a house with a dirt floor. He quit school after the third grade and he spent years working as an entertainer in a traveling medicine showW just to make ends meet.
When Unc got out of the Navy at the end of WWII he bought a bus ticket and a bologna sandwich and headed back to Texas. When he finally got there, he had 35 cents to his name, no place to live, and no job. He walked into the back door of a west Texas truck stop cafe and started washing the pile of dishes that was stacked up there. The owner of the truck stop came in and said, 'Who are you and what the hell are you doing here?'. Unc never took his hands out of the sink, he just smiled and said, ' Well sir, I'm your new dishwasher and as soon as your cook quits, I want that job too!'.
A few weeks later, Unc started buying fresh produce on the way to his job as a cook at that truck stop and selling the produce to his boss and to other local stores. Pretty soon, he bought himself a used truck and it wasn't long before he had a full time business hauling fresh produce to restaurants and stores in several counties.
By 1959 Unc owned the largest oil field trucking company west of the Mississippi river. He owned a number of producing oil wells and he owned 3000 acres of prime west Texas ranch land. Unc's businesses employed a lot of people and fed a lot of families, mine included. He wasn't easy to work for, but by God, he was fair.
Unc would say things to me like, "The one thing that sets America apart from everyone else on this planet is the fact that we believe in free enterprise." or maybe, "Don't you ever forget it boy, Capitalism grinds the corn that feeds the world."
Money cannot buy the kind of education I got from my great-uncle. I learned things like "if you want something, then get up off your butt and earn it. Don't nobody owe you a damn thing." Do you understand just how important that is for a kid to know?
Today, America is a socialist nation. We got where we are today because too damned many folks think that somebody owes them something or that everyone should be equal. Our country was founded on the premise that everyone is created equal and that everyone should have an equal chance, not that everyone should 'be equal'.
The Socialists in this country have been completely successful in creating an environment that has taught generation after generation of our people that indeed, government is here to serve them and to provide for them all the way from the cradle to the grave. I'm sure Unc is turning over in his well worn grave about now.
I don't know about you, but I think it's high time we turned this train around. We need to re-educate our population as to what made this country great. We need to run every damned socialist minded politician we can find completely out of this country of ours. Tar and featherW 'em and ride 'em out on a rail. There's plenty of socialist countries out there that they can go play in if they're so a-mind. Then we need to allow every last one of the folks who expect the government to give them a dollar to sit square on their butts and starve. If they want a job, we should gladly help them get one and treat them as fair as we would expect to be treated ourselves. After all, that's what America's founding fathers intended.
If you're a true Capitalist, if you believe in the virtues of the free enterprise system, hold your head up high when you walk down the street. Denounce SocialismW for the hogs wallow it is, and if a damned Socialist tells you that your wrong, tell 'em to go straight to hell. Unc, is on your side, you can count on it.
Until next time,
W. W. McNeill
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