Yachtie -> RE: The Bain of Obama (7/19/2012 3:08:19 PM)
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What infrastructure did the early west bound settlers depend upon? And what did they promptly put in place? Infrastructure. The Pony Express. Railroads. Marshals. Sheriffs. City Councils. State governments. Courts. Cavalry. Land claims. Mineral rights. You idiot. All of that was built on the backs of the risk takers. You know, the ones who had nothing to do with it. You idiot. To protect the gains of the risk takers. And how was all that funded? Sheriff, city councils, state governments. courts ad nauseum. They didn't pay for themselves, now did they. Nope. Everybody chipped in to pay for the rich man's needs. And what of the rich man? Why do you ignore his contribution? Envy perhaps? They say that Richard Cory owns one half of this whole town, With political connections to spread his wealth around. Born into society, a banker's only child, He had everything a man could want: power, grace, and style. But I work in his factory And I curse the life I'm living And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be, Oh, I wish that I could be, Oh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory. [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsfreak.com/s/simon+and+garfunkel/richard+cory_20124655.html ] The papers print his picture almost everywhere he goes: Richard Cory at the opera, Richard Cory at a show. And the rumor of his parties and the orgies on his yacht! Oh, he surely must be happy with everything he's got. But I work in his factory And I curse the life I'm living And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be, Oh, I wish that I could be, Oh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory. He freely gave to charity, he had the common touch, And they were grateful for his patronage and thanked him very much, So my mind was filled with wonder when the evening headlines read: "Richard Cory went home last night and put a bullet through his head." But I work in his factory And I curse the life I'm living And I curse my poverty And I wish that I could be, Oh, I wish that I could be, Oh, I wish that I could be Richard Cory.
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