I have come to the conclusion that not too many folks who
read these columns remember the 1930’s.  Those who do,
didn’t have to learn about it in history classes.  But those
who don’t, probably didn’t learn about it at all, what with
the lack of true history being taught anymore.  It seems
obvious that all the stack of brains running our government
offices these days are the product of the hippy ’60’s and
those days were desperately lacking in reality – and any
desire to know our history, our productivity, our
international relations, or anything else of value.  Before
the despicable bombing of Pearl Harbor in 1941, the
industrial revolution in this country had created factories
producing the finest tools in the world; transcontinental
railroads running through practically every village and town
in the country, and companies like Crescent Tool,
International Harvestor, dozens of car makers, Proctor and
Gamble, Colgate Palmolive, Campbell Soup, Kraft, etc., to
make and supply every need known to man; and it was all
“Made in USA.”

The 20’s and 30’s shocked the country into the reality that
good things don’t last forever – the depression hit almost
every family to a degree and the Works Progress
Administration (WPA), engineered by President Franklin
Roosevelt, attempted to put as many men to work as needed a
job.  Many good projects were created this way and some
still stand to this day.  But that was then – there was
drought, companies and banks were failing and jobs were just
plain scarce.  Those who were lucky, had a garden or small
farm to help supply their food needs and eggs and milk to
sell or trade for other necessities.  But even those assets
needed rain, and there wasn’t any; and to add to the lack
thereof, grasshoppers were everywhere.  What a beautiful
picture, huh?  Government was there to help with a hand up,
not a hand out, and we got through it.  Then December 7th –
everything changed: we were given a new reason to put our
best foot forward.  The transformation from desperation to
become the greatest fighting force the world had ever known,
from bread lines to assembly lines and factories humming
with the production once again, reminded us of the wealth of
our human spirit that we had almost forgotten.  But it took
aggression from an enemy this time to prod us into our
abilities and work ethic that had been hammered almost out
of existence.

The 1930’s were desperate years, but not all those who were
needy depended on government welfare.  Families looked out
for each other and shared what they had.  Even at that,
welfare was not looked upon with respectability.  The need
was there, however, but the excesses were few and far
between.  There were no tv’s, cell phones, dvd’s, AC’s,
thermostats, dish washers, electric dryers, garbage
disposals (they were the chickens or pigs in the back yard)
or hardly anything else, for that matter.  Yes, poverty was
real.  But, as one young lad replied when a man asked if his
family was poor: “Sir, we are not poor; we’re just broke.”

I suggest that those millions today who are insisting that
government take care of their every desire so they can bask
in luxury as if they were earning it, should ask themselves:
“Am I a thief, taking all this government handout, that I
have not earned?”  And then try to go to sleep at night with
that thought in mind.

I suspect that at least 75% of those on welfare today are
neither poor nor impoverished, but enslaving themselves to a
government that is intent on redistributing the wealth of
others to the extent of emasculating their ability to
improve themselves.  The willingness to march blindfolded
into this “concentration camp” death spiral is madness!
Can anyone even imagine how the wealth of ideas, energies,
work ethic, just manpower that is idle today, intelligently
harnessed, could raise this country back to real glory?  Get
government, excessive regulations and restrictions out of
the way and we could, once again, raise our heads in pride
in the international community as worker bees, not drones,
forever living off the productivity of others.