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conclusion:
The fat capitalist had its face pinched with mounting woes. It thought it could knock at the door of the ants and get help. So it waded through thick snow even as army of ants from abroad were converging there. Those ants hit by natural calamities knew the ants in so and so county were unaffected. To the incessant knockings of the grasshopper a door opened. The ant asked why had it come to them. The grasshopper narrated its difficulties.
The ant said it could not spare anything. ‘We are expecting great many mouths to feed.’ The ant said that the ants from all the affected counties were approaching them for help.
‘Workers of the world, unite! so says the Book,’ said the ant,’So our surplus should go to feed them. And not you.’
‘Why not me?’ asked the grasshopper,’ We belong to the same county. Where is your patriotism?’ The ant knew the grasshopper in spreading its wealth around and investing abroad to escape tax at home was merely fooling itself. ‘My patriotism is right where it belongs and it isn’t something we need to concern right now.’
The grasshopper turned away sadly but not wiser by its experience.
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Just one point

How often man point to a piece of turf about him and says ‘This is mine?’ The sky above him goes rolling and says ‘I am unbound. I am free.’ The same man all his life on the earth looks at it and still cannot get the hint: ‘the nation, the home the land to which he has laid claims, are all built on insufficient grounds.’
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Heads You Lose, Tails I Win ©

In a curious town called Pie-In-The Skye one was caught for highway robbery. The peasants who overwhelmed him would not let him go. He struggled hard. Defeated he said in the end,” I am Red Baron! I rob the rich to pay the poor.” He said it as though he was embarrassed to reveal his identity. It made his captors squeal. They stood him up and roundly shook hands and said,
”Forgive us for roughing you up. You are our savior indeed. Forgive us.”
Red Baron was a hero among the poor.  Unfortunately at that time King Red Ears was passing through the town and he had his soldiers pressgang all those whom they could find. Red Baron and the three peasants were brought before the king. Red Baron pleaded, ’Free us; we never did anything to incur your displeasure’. Meanwhile one of the soldiers identified him as the much dreaded Red Baron. King Red Ears said with a laugh,’ Welcome to the King’s Army. A great honour it is for a highway robber like you. Army or your neck!”
Red Baron hesitated. The king said,” Put your country first, man. Loyalty to me and to the land that gave you birth.’
The robber said,” I put my family first. Yet I am called a robber”.
Each of us is an individual and we represent our society with all our faults and strengths. On a scale of Representation an individual is as equal as the highest in the realm; a family is on equal footing as a nation in terms of Law.

Red Baron was no different from Red Ears. Should he not represent a family in need?  What does a president or a king would say? ‘Put your country first and join up to fight my wars.’

benny

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Pie-in-the-Skye is no ordinary kingdom. The king was a louse and yet the subjects were the most patriotic in their sentiments. Everytime the king sent his coach driven by a team of six Arabian horses for some errand or other the people turned out in droves to pay their respects. The king was never allowed to show himself since a sight of him would have given their secret away. The King was shown to be ten foot tall and of the most magnificent bearing. The king knew he was a louse and his name was King Crusty.
The Royal House of Hot Biscuits never gave out press releases or employed a press agent. Somehow the patriotism of the man on the street got the better of him and he was apt to tell any visiting stranger that his king was the greatest. By repetition the royal person became enlarged as though he was the grandest. Indeed he was a louse till he wanted to prove he was not.
There was a neighboring kingdom by name Mush-hush beyond the mountain ranges. King Crusty never had an inkling his fate was bound with that realm by name Mush-hush, where thistles grew and men lived in squalor. No one would have thought it a place to settle down unless he had a taste for thistles.

One day Queen Crusty came into her husband’s study and said,” You don’t know who you really are! They speak of you as though you are Invincible, a god!”
“ Who me?”
“Yeah. You are a Hercules. That is what the people say.”
“ Whoever heard of a 90 pound Hercules. A god who is incontinent to boot?’
The Queen would have none of it. She said, “ You as my reports go, can swallow Mush-hush in one gulp. Show people that you are indeed as they think. Goaded by the Queen the king set out to conquer Mush-hush. The king and the army reached the border. Just before battle cry was to sound the army waited for the king’s signal. But the king felt his belly raging and he was helpless. He let go his shit there and then. It was a deluge that all the rank and file saw and they were soon rolling on the ground in uncontrollable laughter. How can an army laughing their heads off fight a war? Since then Pie-in-the Skye never practised war.
The people realized their king was just like any other, no more or less. They in fact felt more protective towards their king who was physically weak. Still he was their king.

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