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Show rBfflTLj Creek Just suppose, that you hurriedly hur-riedly drove your car over into in-to your neighbor's yard so that you could help him put out a grass fire that was threatening threaten-ing to destroy his garage. And suppose also, that-while the grass fire was still burning, burn-ing, and you were scorching your hands and blistering your face trying to put it out, your neighbor collected an unreasonable unreason-able fee for parking your car on his premises. Sounds absurd, disgusting and unreasonable, doesn't it? However, that's exactly what the Republic of South Vietnam is doing to good old Uncle Sam. And has been doing ever since we went to the rescue, several years ago. That's right, according to recent re-cent newspaper and television reports, American taxpayers are digging up about $1 million a month in taxes and fees on the military facilities we have built over there and the equipment equip-ment and supplies we have stored on South Vietnamese property. Other Allied nations, currently helping us to put out the Hanoi fanned fires, are being be-ing fleeced accordingly. Disgusting as the whole extortion ex-tortion busineses is, the sordid affair is also humorous. How have the politicians and bureaucrats bur-eaucrats in Washington, D.C. been able to keep the facts covered up for so long? A wasted million a month should make a little noise. Well sir, when the news broke last week, two of Utah's U.S. Congressional delegates let out with a loud cry of indignation in-dignation over the television channels. "It's an outrage," they said. However, they both failed to answer two pertinent questions "Where have they been during dur-ing the past several years?" and "What are they planning to do about it now?" Anyway, it all reminds me of the Irishman who went to church for the first time since early boyhood. It was Easter Sunday and the theme of the minister was the crucifixion of the Christ by the Jews and His subsequent resurrection. The next morning the Irishman Irish-man was walking to work down the sidewalk, when he saw a Jewish man standing in front of his clothing store. Without a word he walked over, hit the merchant on the jaw and knocked him down. The storekeeper got up, brushed himself off and asked, "What did you do that for?" "Well," said the Irishman, "the Jewish people killed our Savior." "That's what they say," said the clothier, "but that was almost 2.000 years ago." "Two thousand years ago," said the Irishman, "I didn't hear about it until yesterday." Seems like a lot of our highly high-ly paid representatives should become a little better informed inform-ed as to the rat holes into which our tax dollars are disappearing dis-appearing day by day. So long 'til Thursday. |