By J.G. McDaniel, M.D.
I remember, as a small boy in knee britches, going
with my father to hear an address given by the Honorable Stephen Pace, then
Congressman from the old Georgia 12th District. It was on the banks of the
Ocmulgee River. There was a barbecue, and citizens, especially farmers from
all the counties, gathered - this was before the second World War. It seemed
that someone in the Congress had introduced a bill that would give the
farmers some money provided they did something. The Congressman vigorously
opposed it. I have no idea what it was, because I was watching a "dirt
dobber" making a ball of mud.
The Congressman snapped me back to attention, however,
when he said "I'm going to tell you a true story about the wild hogs that
once lived about forty miles down river." "Years ago," the Congressman said,
"in the great Horse-Shoe Bend down the river, there lived a drove of wild
hogs. Where they came from no one knew, but they survived floods, fires,
freezes, droughts and hunters. The greatest compliment a man could pay to a
dog was to say that he had fought the hogs in Horse-Shoe Bend and returned
alive. Occasionally a pig was killed either by a dog or a gun as a
conversation piece for years to come."
"Finally, a one-gallused man came by the country store
on the river road, and asked the whereabouts of these wild hogs. He drove a
one horse wagon, had an axe, some quilts, a lantern, some corn and a single
barrel shot gun. He was a slender, slow moving patient man - he chewed his
tobacco deliberately and spat very seldom."
"Several months later he came back to the same store
and asked for help to bring out the wild hogs. He stated that he had them
all in a pen over in the swamp." "Bewildered farmers, dubious hunters and
store-keepers all gathered in the heart of Horse Shoe Bend to view the
captive hogs." "It was all very simple," said the one-gallus man, "First, I
put out some corn. For three weeks they would not eat it. Then, some of the
young ones grabbed an ear and ran off into the thicket. Soon, they were all
eating it. Then, I commenced building a pen around the corn, a little higher
each day. When I noticed that they were all waiting for me to bring the corn
and had stopped grubbing for acorns and roots, I built the trap door.
"Naturally," said the patient man, "they raised quite a ruckus when they
seen they were trapped, but I can pen any animal on the face of the earth if
I can just get him to depend on me for a free hand-out." We have had patient
men in our central government in Washington for years. They are using our
own dollars instead of corn. I still think about the trap door and the
slender, stooped man who chewed his tobacco deliberately, when he spat and
turned to the gathered citizens many years ago and said, "I can pen any
animal on the face of the earth if I can just get him to depend on me for a
free hand-out."
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The Price Of Free Corn
The allegory of the pigs has a serious moral lesson.
This story is about federal money and lies (promises) being used to bait,
trap and enslave a once free and independent people. Federal welfare, in its
myriad forms, has reduced not only individuals to a state of dependency.
State and local governments are also on the fast track to elimination, due
to their functions being subverted by the command and control structures of
federal "revenue sharing" programs. Study these links --
"Our Enemy the State"
by Albert J. Nock, 1935, His Classic Critique Distinguishing 'Government'
from the 'State', written about the same time that Congressman Pace told
this story. And this written 150 years ago defining the process --
"The Law" by
Frederic Bastiat, 1850. What he had to tell us then is very much true today.
The Truth, that will set us free, is in knowing that with so-called "free
handouts" lies the beginning and end-all of the whole mess in government
that we see today . . . but wild hogs will be pigs 'til the end . . . and
sheeple are easier to bait and trap . . . don't even have to use corn or
money or anything but hot air, myths, half-truths and outright lies . . .
and it all began a whole lot longer than 2000 years ago, and has continued
ever since. Think about it, the bacon you save may be your own.
Please copy this page and send it to all your state
and local elected leaders and other concerned citizens. Tell them: "Just say
NO to federal corn."
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Georgia Representative Stephen Pace shared this tale
at a BBQ in response to a bill in Congress which provided farmers with money
if they did something. Congressman Pace opposed the bill and offered the
above story entitled, "Whose Bread I Eat - His Song I Must Sing."
Congressman Pace was born in Terrell County, Ga., near Dawson, March 9,
1891; attended the public schools and Georgia School of Technology at
Atlanta; was graduated from the law department of the University of Georgia
at Athens in 1914; was admitted to the bar the same year and commenced
practice in Americus, Ga.; also engaged in agricultural pursuits; served in
the State house of representatives 1917-1920; was a member of the State
senate in 1923 and 1924; elected as a Democrat to the Seventy-fifth and to
the six succeeding Congresses (January 3, 1937-January 3, 1951); did not
seek renomination in 1950; resumed the practice of law in Americus, Ga., and
practiced until his death there April 5, 1970.
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