Obama Forgets This at His Peril
[High Praise! to Gunslinger's Journal]
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There is a story, a joke in some ways, an allegory in others, that dates way back. In it, a British Lord travels to the Frontier West, America in the 1800′s. His horse throws a shoe on the trail, so at the first little frontier town he comes to, he finds a blacksmith’s shop to have the shoe replaced. As he rides up, he sees a large, sweaty, filthy man hammering on a piece of red-hot iron. The Lord sits on his horse, waiting to be served, but the blacksmith doesn’t pay him any attention and continues to work his iron. Finally, the Lord, outraged to have been ignored this way by an obvious servant, dismounts, approaches the ‘smith, and taps the man on the shoulder with his riding crop.
“You, man!” he barks, “Who is your Master! I wish to have a word with him!”
The blacksmith turns, looks at the Englishman, spits a stream of tobacco juice on the point of the Lord’s boot and says,
“That sumbitch ain’t been born.”
That’s one idea Americans share.
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March 7th, 2013 at 2:50 pm
Can I get an AMEN brothers and sisters?!!!!!!
March 7th, 2013 at 3:49 pm
The problem is that boob is going to get a lot of other people killed along the way.
March 7th, 2013 at 3:51 pm
A-FKN-MEN to this one!
March 7th, 2013 at 4:03 pm
“That’s one idea Americans share.”
And the other inhabitants voted for Lord and Prophet Barack Hussein Obama.
March 7th, 2013 at 4:31 pm
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March 7th, 2013 at 6:31 pm
I agree with the obvious sentiment but also see this as an allegory of why free market competition is good in any economy:
if there is only one blacksmith in town, you are more likely to get poor customer service from him.
March 7th, 2013 at 6:33 pm
Can’t help wondering if the British Lord herein described is an ancestor of Piers Morgan.