The story of the Ant and the Grasshopper, OR the story of the DGI's and the survivalists.

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In the story of the ant and the grasshopper, the ant works hard all summer long, while the grasshopper plays and jokes around. Then winter comes, and the ants are safe durring the long cold months, while the unprepared grasshopper dies out in the cold. The modern version of this could be the story of the pollys and the survivalists. The pollys mock preparations, and spend the good times living it up, while we survivalists use the time to prepare. You mock us as we work hard, preparing ourselves for the long, dark winter ahead, instead of playing. But be warned, when winter comes, our response will be the same as the ants when the grasshopper asked for help, "you mocked us as we worked, you refused to do any work, now you are reaping what you sowed, or didn't sow in this case. We'd like to help you, but we can't." Remember also that the Grasshopper DIED, no one saved it. Lets hear the pollys response to this.

-- Crono (Crono@timesend.com), May 14, 1999

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I should have made the title " The story of the ant and the grasshopper OR, the story of the Survivalists and the DGI's. :) Oh well...

-- Crono (Crono@timesend.com), May 14, 1999.

Stroll over here for my 'ant and grasshopper' story.

http://www.smu.edu/cgi-bin/Nova/get/gn/1206/4.html

-- Paul Davis (davisp1953@yahoo.com), May 14, 1999.


This is MinnesotaSmith, author of the Y2K-preparatory website http://y2ksafeminnesota.hypermart.net. Here is the best version of the story that I have run across so far.

The Grasshopper and The Ants (Aesop's Fable)

The grasshopper danced, ta ra, ta ra, There in the summer sun. The grasshopper played his violin And had a world of fun. The ants, meanwhile, were working hard, And storing food away; Puffing and panting day and night, Laboring night and day. "Foolish drones!" the grasshopper called, Turning it into a song. "Can't you see? There's food enough To eat the whole day long, Ta ra," he sang, "Ta ra," he danced, "To eat the whole day long."

The grasshopper fiddled his way through June; He fiddled through July. He sang and danced all of August away; September went swiftly by, Till one cold morning the grasshopper's song Was heard in the grass no more. "I don't recall," the grasshopper said, "Ever being so hungry before. I say, Mister Ant, it's cold out here," The shivering grasshopper said. He smiled and chirped, "I don't suppose That you could spare some bread?" "That's quite correct," the ant replied. "It's not that we don't care, But just as you so rightly guessed, We have no bread to spare.

You laughed at us this summer past, You called us foolish drones; But now your songs have died away, And all we hear are groans. We worked and saved, we saved and worked, And now we're snug and warm, While you may sing and you may dance All through the winter's storm."

Remember, please, the clever ants: First we labor; then we dance.

-- MinnesotaSmith (y2ksafeminnesota@hotmail.com), May 14, 1999.


The Head Grasshopper these days is BJ Clinton. Should it come to this, I think he will send in the Ant-Eaters, with sly Foxes to help dig. Fear of such action is why I, and other hard-working people, are no fan of big government.

I realize that most it takes somebody "a bit out of the ordinary" to take notice of what the crowd can't, but the picture of Gary North provided at the link that Paul provides above really is pretty bad!

-- Anonymous99 (Anonymous99@Anonymous99.xxx), May 14, 1999.


Smith - if you want to refer to the original, I like the translation in the Harvard Classics.

-- Paul Davis (davisp1953@yahoo.com), May 14, 1999.


pesky things,those grasshoppers......

-- zoobie (zoobiezoob@yahoo.com), May 14, 1999.

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