The Read, Right, and True

It would be presumptuous indeed to present not one but two posts when there has not been sufficient time to respond to the first.  But the force of destiny is never courteous. It is only a few minutes ago that I saw a group of my fellow Rutgers men clamoring for a cause that must be opposed. They are calling for one percent of our tax dollars, the sweat of your brow, the portion of your pittance that is taken every year, to be spent on global poverty. Not on defense, not on making this great republic solvent, but on the poor of the earth.  They are calling for you to sign that away in the form of a petition.
Perhaps I sound cruel when I attack what sounds like a kind and heavenly mission. I know that it is natural to want to help others. To share the bounty that the lord has so graciously bestowed on this nation. I would never tell the Bill Gates’ and Bill Everymen to not try and help others. I am saying that our national coffers have been emptied into the United Nations and other poverty fighting organization around the globe and they, poisoned by the weed of bureaucracy and the venom of permanence, have given stillborn results.

We are a nation that increasingly adds to its national debt, a nation that does not reduce spending to make way for new methods of positive injury, but simply increases the amount of treasury paper in circulation. Is our Federal Legislature responsible to the American people of the huddled masses waiting for a handout? I say America first, America last, America always.

I answer their demand for my signature by saying: You shall not press down upon the brow of America this crown of thorns, you shall not crucify the Federal Budget upon a cross of guilt.