Once upon a time long, long ago in Kansas, there was a little girl named Dorthy... her eyes were filled with pride and the glory of life shined through her countenance... Everyone loved this wonderful young lady... So great was her appeal that millions around the world migrated to Kansas, bringing with them their hopes and love of life. So it was, until one day a DEMOCRAT arrived and decided that the place was just too organized and happy... He just could not stand such joy and peace. Something just had to be done and thus began the need for more government.
At first, the Democrat had trouble spreading his message of diversity, victimization, and the need to embrace every form of life... including those of the indigent and lazy. After all, Dorthy did not build Kansas, and in such a wealthy and prosperous place, the rich could spare some of their tresasure to help the indigent and displaced. Soon the world discovered that Kansas was wide open for exploitation, a perfect place to game the system and live off other's generosity. Quickly there sprang up a bevy of community organizers, the drummers of discontent. They rapidly spread their poison everywhere... demanding government services and charity for the flying monkeys. Destroying Kansas, once the envy of the world has become the harbinger of despots and poverty.
The gaming of society worked for several years until Dorthy's piggy bank ran dry... and the pork stopped flowing... By then, The wealthy had left Kansas for fairer lands far, far, away... Then the beautiful little girl, now an aged matriarch, stood up and ventured to look out upon the land she so loved, only to see the ruin left by the DEMOCRAT and his flying monkeys. That magical little girl's radiant gaze quickly turned to a sad face, her countenance growing ever weaker until she could not stand on her own. Desiring to look no more upon her beloved Kansas she shouted to TOTO: Come boy, we are moving to OZ... leaving behind a desert, where once a garden grew...
So it is in the land of Kansas to this day... it has become the refuge of flying monkeys, brazen Democrats, and the Wizards of diversity. A place where everyone lives in misery forever. A land of equity in poverty and shared hardship.
This sequel was brought to you by your friendly Democrat Party and the Flying Monkey Association for diversity.
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LIght reading for those wanting a little levity and fun...
Hello, anyone home... I hear Dorthy and Toto are working for the crowd and any day now she will announce her candidacy for Prime Wizard in the land of Kansas. Pray no monkey business takes place before then and that the Wizard's hot air balloon remains sidelined with a great big leak.
"I'm Not in Kansas anymore."
Born and raised there. As a young man I left , for greener pasteurs, and soon enough concluded that there really weren't any to be had. Most of the population of Kansas is in the Northeastern part, bordering on Missouri. Travel West about 30 miles and it begins to thin out rapidly. My home was in the Flint Hills. Beef cattle and Wheat. Travel West of Wichita and there is a whole lot of nothing, wide open, beautiful in its own way, and the people there are the salt of the earth. Hardworking, kind, decent, and honorable. It doesn't get any better than that.
When I was in the Army on the last day of AIT, on our last night, my friend ask me, " Do you think I will make it?" I called him "Murph", since he was so small like Audie Murphy. "Sure you will Murph, you are too damned short to shoot."
He didn't "make it." His name is on the Wall.
When I go I would like to be buried there. It was, and is, my home.