The Chicken, the Confused, the Clown, and the Crybaby

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mad hen smallerOnce upon a time the Little Red Hen lived on Old MacDonald’s farm in a country of industrious and self-sufficient citizens.

Little Red and her countrymen and women elected representatives who double pinky promised to support their best interests and protect the future of their country.

Little Red trusted the candidates she elected, and didn’t really pay much attention to their on-the-job performances as she “cluck, clucked” here, “cluck, clucked” there while attending to her chicks.

How blessed Little Red felt to live in a country of such abundance, liberty, and jobs, and with the best healthcare in the world (not only for citizens, but also for illegal immigrants who received free health care, free education, and ballots printed in their native language).

But then, one day, the wily president of the country began to host behind-closed-door secret meetings and arm twist left-wing Senators to support a national healthcare program named after his arrogant self (although it really and truly should have been called the Get-Rid-of-Granny-Death-Panel Act).

The Senators were bribed, blackmailed, and threatened until just barely enough of them (51) were able to pass the UN-affordable healthcare law that was destined to become a Jack-the-Giant killer of the country’s medical industry and national economy.
E-I-E-I-OH my goodness gracious!

Little Red and her fellow countrymen and women began to scrutinize the actions of the glib president and their elected representatives. Many became seriously alarmed and demanded that their employees (elected representatives) do their jobs and protect the citizens and their families and future generations from the devastating effects of the UN-affordable healthcare law.
E-I-E-I-OH get the lead out and put the brakes on this monster.

Whew! Just when it appeared that the representatives were unified and pushing back against the UN-affordable healthcare law, “Uh oh.” Big problem.

Three powerful leaders cried “E-I-E-I-No. Although we didn’t vote for the law, we must compromise our conservative principles and go along to get along. We must not damage our status as members of the Washington political elite.”

Little Red and her fellow countrymen and women immediately launched a fund-raising drive to pay for spine implants for the status-challenged Congressmen.

Then, Little Red asked them, “but, who will protect our best interests and help reject this UN-affordable healthcare law that will kill jobs, kill our economy, kill granny, and kill the best healthcare system in the world?”

“Not I,” said the one known as McCain from Arizona.

“Not I,” said the one known as Graham from South Carolina.

“Not I,” said the one known as Boehner from Ohio.

And so, Little Red and her fellow countrymen and women linked hearts and minds and decided, “Fine, we’ll take care of this ourselves.” They stood up, spoke out, pushed back and set out to repeal the UN-affordable healthcare law, page-by-page, edict-by-edict.

E-I-E-I-OH how lovely when their effort went viral and fired up millions of concerned citizens to stand up, speak out, and demand repeal of the UN-affordable healthcare law.

Next, they voted the three spineless politicians out of office.
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And so it came to be that the one known as McCain from Arizona, wandered off into the sunset, aimlessly searching for his moral compass.

The one knowgraham clownn as Graham from South Carolina was soundly defeated in his state’s next primary, ran away and joined the circus.

The one known as Boehner from Ohio became depressed when his boehner beer smallerspineless comrades abandoned him. He sobbed, “E-I-E-I-Oh boo hoo hoo” and joined the gang of eight left-wing liberals who helped him lose his re-election bid. But, instead of retiring to the golf course, he launched a new career as the Brewmaster of Boehner Crybaby Beer.

The end.

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  1. Rue E. Mccain says

    Lol.. this is excellent and hilarious.. and God help me.. TRUE! Thank you!

  2. Dempsey Coleman says

    Wow way better than the Insurance Commercial E I E I O

  3. omega2 says

    What a wonderfull story, if only it would happen that way the COUNTRY would be better off. But also should be included is BOZO who went WEE WEE WEE ALL THE WAY BACK TO KENYA AFTER BEING IMPEACHED to escape JAIL!

  4. sisgp says

    very good but I don’t think booner (oops! I spelt that wrong) is a senator but supposed and hopefully soon to be deposed leader of the house.

    1. don ellsworth says

      don’t hold your breath on that happening

      1. Hold that thought instead of your breath. Stranger things have occurred. For example, did you ever think America would elect a president with no visible other than teleprompter reading, who flip flops on every issue, and has the leadership skills of peanut butter?

    2. ThomPaineJr12 says

      Don’t attack Granny for a minor detail like not knowing that Baner is not a Senator.. we don’t need more infighting in the Repub ranks. HAHAHAHA

      1. sisgp says

        I certainly did not attack, I support her wholeheartedly!!

    3. E-I-E-I-Oops! I made a little error identifying Mr. Crybaby as a Senator. I know he’s Speaker of the House. Duh! Thanks for catching my mistRake.

  5. Regina Oakes says

    LMBO LMBO LMBO LMBO I just can’t stop!!!Thank you!!!

    1. Hey Regina, thanks for your comment. If you have some friends (especially the low-information types) who need a good laugh mixed with truth, please forward the fable. You can print it out if you like and pass it around. We need to start conversations. And laughter is a good thing to initiate as well. E-I-E-I-O.

      1. Town Crier says

        E-I-E-I-Ok, a grrrrrreat story, (said the dog) – it should B-E-I-E-I-O shoved down the throats of the mis-leaders in D.C. E-I-E-I-Over the objections of the ill-informed [email protected]$$E$ who sit around all day absorbing money that our country doesn’t have and E-I-E-I-O Don’t forget the wetbacks who are INVITED into our country to absorb MORE of the money we don’t have, (and they all voted for the bad guys), and E-I-E-I-O Remember the unrest that thE-I-E-I-O “leaders” are causing between the races both here in Amerika and halfway around thE-I-E-I-E-O world. And Little Red Hen stopped taking care of her chicks, couldn’t sleep and went crazy just thinking about it! The cow stopped giving milk and the pigs were rioting because they were afraid to be killed in a Muslim takeover. And the whole E-I-E-I-O barnyard was aflutter. E-I-E-I-O!
        (Sorry, I can’t do it as well as you do. ROTFLMFAO.)

        1. E-I-E-I-OH you did a great job. Although, I think the three pigs were feeling very safe and secure because Muslim’s can’t even touch pork., much less eat it Therefore, the three little pigs will never end up as the main course at a BBQ. Next week’s fable asks the question, if Mr. President is invited to a BBQ pork picnic, will he just eat pickles and dessert? Stay tuned to read the answer on Friday.

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