George Washington hated
slavery,
"Feh, pooh, yech, phooey.
I hate slavery," he would often say.
But yet, George and
Martha Washington kept slaves. One
day, he decided to do something about it. He called to his
wife,
"Martha, I hate slavery.
It's cruel and inhuman."
"Yes, Georgie. I know.
You are a good and kind and just man. Everyone always says that about
you."
"And so, I've decided to
free our slaves."
"Yes, Georgie.
You...what?!"
"That's right, Martha. We
talked about this before. Slavery is evil. I can't live with the guilt anymore.
We've got to free our slaves."
"But, Georgie. Slaves are
so nice. They take such good care of us. They work like...slaves."
"I'm sorry, Martha. No
sense in discussing it any further. My mind is made up. We're freeing the
slaves, but not right away."
***
And so George Washington
added a codicil to his Will that freed all his slaves upon the death of both
George and Martha and he immediately got a warm, fuzzy feeling because he knew
that he was doing the right thing.
No one ever
mentioned, at least not when he was within earshot, that George Washington had
no heirs and so his slaves would have gone free upon his death anyway. Of
course, he could have freed them while he was still alive...but, 'they were so
nice.'
And to this day, many
honor the memory of the father of our country, each in his or her own
way,
*
The rich want to
pay higher taxes than their maids so they hire accountants to help them lower
their taxes (Huh?) and they get a warm, fuzzy feeling, especially when they go
on the Late Show, because 'tax fairness' is a good thing.
*
Supporters of the public
schools, regardless of where they send their own kids, get a warm, fuzzy feeling
whenever they talk about the importance of public education because 'public
education built this country' and is a good thing...for your kids. Vouchers for
the poor? Nope. Would destroy the public school system.
*
Live Aid, Farm Aid,
Let's-go-to-the-park-and-cry-and-do-the-wave-and-have-a-concert Aid all give
everyone a warm, fuzzy feeling because singing about the poor is a VERY good
thing. Just ask any poor person.
Diversity for me.
Diversity for you. So, why do all my neighbors look just like me?
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