She fainted dead and when revived, "What did you say?" said she, "I made, my dear, a little joke, for he is just like me. His job will be an easy one and one his heart will bless, We'll put him up in style, my dear, within the IRS.
"How good! How good!" she sweetly smiled; "how happy he will be - For when he's happy doing good, then he is just like me." The years went on and they grew old, Big Brother had great fun Inspecting and harassing all who dared refuse to run.
Alas for him, alas, alas, though he had great estate - He failed to note the younger kids had now put on some weight. Now in this house, there was a place and none dare enter there - "S.S." was branded in the door and dragons cried: "Beware!"
The folks, thus elderly, but rich and clever like they get
Began to fear their future bleak from where Big Brother sat. Meanwhile the kids were tired and raised resistance to the rules And in the war that came about the old folks looked like fools.
A crowbar made its grand attack, revealing years of savings. Now in a ruined and moldy heap of old and lusty cravings. The children of old Father Time, and wife, the Earthy Mother Picked up the lifeless ruined pot and buried their Big Brother.
Meanwhile the southern border swelled, was turning muddy brown. And many numbers Mother Earth had kept were coming into town,
"Where did you get my number?" Mother Earth now turning blue, "No speaka English, all we know is frien' ACLU."
Remember 42 USC 666, 1996), which was the means by which Health and Human
Services, under Director Donna Shalala, bribed the national Departments of State that they would not get their grant money if they didn't require social security numbers on all licenses. Fourteen states refused the blackmail, but not our dear old Tennessee. We are going to get all that is coming to us, now aren't we?