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>From: dawn@ns.net (Dawn Hardaker)
>Subject: Fwd: Political Ideologies and Cows (fwd)
>Thoroughly enjoyed this.  Think you will, too.  Ciao! (for now, brown cow...)
>---------- Forwarded message ----------
>You have two cows. Your lord takes some of the milk.
>You have two cows. The government takes them and puts them in a barn
>with everyone else's cows. You have to take care of all the cows. The
>government gives you a glass of milk.
>Your cows are cared for by ex-chicken farmers. You have to take care of
>the chickens the government took from the chicken farmers. The
>government gives you as much milk and eggs the regulations say you should
>You have two cows. The government takes both, hires you to take care of
>them, and sells you the milk.
>You share two cows with your neighbours. You and your neighbours bicker
>about who has the most "ability" and who has the most "need".
>Meanwhile, no  one works, no one gets any milk, and the cows die of
>You have two cows. You have to take care of them, but the government
>takes all the milk. You steal back as much milk as you can and sell it
>on the black market.
>You have two cows. You have to take care of them, but the Mafia takes
>all the milk. You steal back as much milk as you can and sell it on the
>"free" market.
>You have two cows. The government takes both and shoots you.
>You have two cows. The government takes both and drafts you.
>You have two cows. Your neighbours decide who gets the milk.
>You have two cows. Your neighbours pick someone to tell you who gets the
>You have two cows. At first the government regulates what you can feed
>them and when you can milk them. Then it pays you not to milk them.
>Then it takes both, shoots one, milks the other and pours the milk down
>the drain. Then it requires you to fill out forms accounting for the
>missing cows.
>You don't have any cows.  The bank will not lend you money to buy cows,
>because you don't have any cows to put up as collateral.
>You have two cows. Either you sell the milk at a fair price or your
>neighbours try to take the cows and kill you.
>You have two cows. You sell one and buy a bull.
>You have two giraffes. The government requires you to take harmonica lessons.
>You have two cows, one American, one Chinese. With the help of trilling
>violins and state of the art montage photography, John Tesh narrates
>the moving tale of how the American cow overcame the agony of growing
>up in a suburb with (gasp) divorced parents, then mentions in passing
>that the Chinese cow was beaten every day by a tyrannical farmer and
>watched its parents butchered before its eyes. The American cow wins
>the competition, severely spraining an udder in a gritty performance,
>and gets a multi-million dollar contract to endorse Wheaties. The
>Chinese cow is led  out of the arena and shot by Chinese government
>officials, though no one ever hears  about it. McDonald's buys the meat
>and serves it hot and fast at its Beijing restaurant.
>--- end forwarded text
>The power of being alone with earth and skies
>Of going about a task with quietude
>Aware at once of earth's surrounding mood
>And of an insect crawling on a stone.
>-Vita Sackville-West, "The Land"
"Many things, having full reference to one consent, may work contrariously;
as many arrows, loosed several ways, fly to one mark; as many ways meet in
one town; as many fresh streams meet in one salt sea; as many lines close
in the dial's center; so may a thousand actions, once afoot, end in one
purpose, and be all well borne without defeat."

Henry V, I, ii, 205

		-William Shakespere