It was
June and we were camped at timberline on the Big
Horns preparing to build a short drift fence using
materials choppered in by the Forest Service.
Without horses, we planned to hike 1500 feet down
into the Little Horn Parks, build a half-mile barb
wire fence and then hike back out in a single day.
(Using the word “we” makes it sound like I was in
upper management. The truth be told, I was a skinny
eleven-year-old kid who would function as a pack
mule on this job.) The early morning march into the
Little Horn Canyon was effortless and success
appeared eminent until we realized the grassy Little
Horn Parks contained only grass. So, where were the
posts and wire? We searched for most of the morning
before discovering the cache a half-mile further
down the canyon.
Dad and my uncle began digging post holes while
Whit, a very entertaining cowboy employed by my
uncle, me, my two brothers and two cousins began
lugging materials up to the proposed fence line.
Whit was an ex-rodeo cowboy in his thirties who
spewed an endless parade of stories about his many
life experiences. We knew most were wild imaginative
yarns with little factual basis, but they relieved
the drudgery of repeated trips up and down the
canyon, so we listened intently while we walked.
Our one day work plan became two days and the first
evening back at camp everyone dreaded the thought of
hiking back down into the parks the second morning.
Two balls of barbed wire remained to be packed to
the fence line when Whit bragged between bites of
dinner, “If only I had a pack frame, I know I could
get those last two hauled up in a single trip.” To
Whit’s disappointment, my uncle pulled a pack frame
from behind the seat of his pickup, and a spark of
excitement ricocheted between by brothers and
cousins.
Shortly after daybreak, we boys dog trotted out of
camp down to the materials cache and lashed the last
two balls of wire to the pack frame. Before long,
Whit limped into view; apparently still suffering
from the sprained ankle he received sticking his
foot in his mouth the evening before. Whit did a
couple very impressive warm-up stretches before
working his shoulders into the straps of the pack
frame. He rolled from his back to his hands and
knees and the 160 pound load instantly drove his
face to the dirt and he groaned for help. We skinny
kids each grabbed a handhold and strained to get him
upright. Whit stumbled along with a red face and
bulging veins and we boys hovered around him like
flies over a road kill. Apparently, he exhausted his
story inventory the day before, because he spoke not
a word as he staggered along grunting like a
prolapsed cow. Answer me this: Since Whit was
straining at his limits, would it have made any
sense to strap on a third ball of wire, or make him
walk barefoot, or blindfolded? Obviously not, so why
are progressives crippling job creators in exactly
the same fashion? Here is my point.
It is senseless to burden the struggling private
sector with obstructions like oil drilling
moratoriums, Keystone pipeline prohibitions, and EPA
greenhouse gas regulations unless a ruler’s true
goal is crushing private enterprise—a task our
president is performing flawlessly. Do you need
proof? Private sector employment peaked in January
of 2008 and we have lost 4.6 million jobs since.
Over this same period, federal employment has
expanded by 225,000. (Translation—4.6 million
citizens have quit pulling the wagon and 225,000
federal employees have hopped onboard and are
spitting tobacco, jerking the lines and cracking the
whip like Rooster Cogburn.)
Campaigning politicians will claim job growth can be
stimulated by first confiscating money from the
private sector and then redistributing it to chosen
industries within the private sector. This fraud is
analogous to swapping the top and bottom balls of
wire on Whit’s load and expecting this to reduce his
risk of prolapse. Job growth will skyrocket when
government bundles up their insane regulations and
gets the heck out of the way. It is really that
simple, but progressives are betting their subjects
never learn the truth and instead keep voting for
free stuff.
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