There Is No Free Lunch
If someone asks you if you want to eat a lunch that’s fit for a King, and it will be a free lunch, most of us would accept that. “If it’s for free it’s for me” is inside all of us. We’re all willing to accept some nice things in life especially if we don’t have to pay for them.
As you prepare for your free lunch you go to the exclusive hotel to have your meal and discover that it costs you a little bit to park your car. That’s not too bad. A small price to pay for a lunch fit for a King. Then when you enter the dining room you’re seated at a table and discover that the meal will be free but you have to pay for the service. The cost of your free lunch is starting to mount up. You hand him the money he asks for because you don’t want the servers to get cheated while you eat your free meal.
The lunch fit for a king finally arrives and it is a something to see. A bologna sandwich on stale bread with a wilted piece of lettuce, no mustard or mayonnaise, a half a glass of warm beer, with a Twinkie as desert. Your free lunch underwhelms you. You eat the Twinkie, ignore the stale sandwich and think about the beer, but finally just leave it alone.
As you leave the hotel a large man dressed in a shabby suit stops you and tells you that it’s expected that all diners make a contribution for the food. It’s not required, but expected that you offer something to the food fund to help the next diner get their free lunch. As you dig into your pocket to get some change the big man dips into your wallet and takes some folding money and thanks you for your generosity. He then shoves you out the door.
So how did your free lunch work for you? Maybe you expected a little better? “If it’s for free it’s for me.” Never works out in your favor. Somebody always has to pay for whatever is free. A free cell phone when you sign a two year contract isn’t free. It binds you to the service provider for two years. It’s cost is covered in other fees they make you pay over the two year term of the contract.
Your neighbor goes on vacation and you pick up their mail and water their plants, upon their return they take you and your spouse out to dinner. They pick up the check out of gratitude for your help while they were gone. Was your dinner free? No it wasn’t free. You didn’t pay for it, your neighbor did; your free meal cost you nothing, but it was paid for. Your earned it by being a good neighbor and doing a few small good deeds, but the meal was paid for.
When our government promises to be all things to all people, do we expect a free lunch? Will that free lunch be a lunch fit for a king; or a bologna sandwich on stale bread with a wilted piece of lettuce? Either way somebody has to pay for it. When the government’s involved it will cost as if it were a lunch fit for a king but it will be delivered as a bologna sandwich on stale bread with a wilted piece of lettuce. Every free lunch the government offers costs the tax payers something.
In November we must elect the type of people who know the difference between a steak and a bologna sandwich. We must vote for men and women who are smart enough not to expect a free lunch. And while they’re at it I want them to fight against any free lunch the other idiots are trying to give away. We can’t afford any more free lunches from government!
Vote the Bums Out,