A Fictional Fable's Warning About Socialism In The United States

(Editor's note about the author: T.O. Illustratio is a free lance writer and observer of the interaction of personalities in everyday life. The author seeks to inspire readers to look within themselves to see how much good they can do in this world when a definitive purpose in life is clear.)

How heady is the lure! Reasoning is disregarded. Logic is discarded to the scrap heap of obsolete ideals. Any remembrance of civic education is blocked by the sultry siren song of socialism in the United States.

So as not to be described as a doomsayer or a promoter of imminent destruction, allow me to offer a fable that provides a cautionary tale. Take note of the obligatory disclaimer regarding this imaginary tale.

Obligatory Disclaimer

"The following story is fictional and does not depict any actual person or event. Any similarity to actual persons or events is purely coincidental."             

Touched By The Golden Hand Of Prosperity

"There was a time in history replete with chronicles of a land touched by the golden hand of prosperity. This land was the envy of every other established colony. They had created an economic powerhouse that was second to none.

More impressive than the results of their national prosperity was the remarkable story of how early travelers saw this raw, undeveloped mass of acreage. They saw past the hardships, and there were many. They looked beyond the challenges, those were too numerous to count. Instead they saw something that could be the model for opportunity. These possibilities would be available to anyone willing to put in the very difficult work. Nothing would be given. Those acquiring the reward would earn it, every step of the way.

Having accumulated it's citizenry from other far off lands governed by various forms of autocratic, or tyrannical rule, this new land chose an impossible experiment. Impossible to anyone unwilling to try it.

A system of representative government was developed that allowed each segment of the land to have one of their local citizens speak for them. These spokespersons would be tasked with making decisions that would maintain the original vision of the creators of this land of opportunity. Their job would also be to defend the land against the evil forces outside the borders that would seek to take away the earned riches of the land.

After centuries of success, albeit with many difficulties along the way, this land became a beacon of hope. However, with every opportunity there are disreputable villains who work to syphon off some of the wealth.

Radicalizing The Uninformed 

A notion sprung up from some of these aforementioned villains. They began to speak of the utopia of socialism. The representative from one of the very small districts in the upper part of the land became a vocal proponent of the plot to "redistribute the wealth." This would be done by taking away from the successful and giving it to the unsuccessful and the malingerers.

This orator had considerable skill in convincing the young collegians, especially those who had never created anything, nor even worked for anything, that this idea of socialism was the cure for all the societal ills.

He was much older than those collegians. But he had a flair for the dramatic. His disheveled hair, his wide-eyed stare, coupled with his relentless rant against the ideals that built the land were intoxicating to the collegians. So much so that they never asked any questions. The wide-eyed orator spoke in the convincing, conniving manner of a trained socialist, preaching of an overthrow that would take from the producers and distribute to the malingerers.

Sadly the collegians never looked deeper. The history of socialism always tells the same story. The loudest voices who speak of distributing the wealth, are quietly acquiring wealth from the system they attack. 

Another much younger socialist in training would assume a role as representative from her district. She would tell of her humble upbringing and how she was not of the powerful sect. She too would enthrall the naïve collegians with tales of discrimination and inequality. She too would embrace the lure of socialism. And again, the collegians who were supposed to be seeking higher knowledge never asked questions.

A logical question might have been, "Does socialism work?" Another might have been, "What other lands have long-standing, proven track records of national achievement in socialist settings?"

The takeover of socialism didn't happen overnight. For years the universities were redirected away from educating and teaching facts. They were methodically moved toward force-feeding the evils of the land that built the universities. There was no need to teach mathematics. The collegians didn't need to know that the math of socialism never adds up.

There was no need to teach history. The proponents of socialism, now sitting in the chairs formerly used by actual educators, were revising history to fit their monologues of revolt against the idea of being a citizen of the land. If there are no citizens of the land, there is no country.

There was no need to teach deductive reasoning. There would be none of that in the utopia of socialism. The masses would simply agree and wait for their next stipend.

The loudest voices would prosper above the rest. Socialism requires higher amounts be distributed to the most effective influencers. No one would know because no one would ask questions. The collegians who were easy prey to the indoctrination of the socialists who had replaced the educators became radicalized to the point of blind allegiance.

Socialism had in fact, carried a long history of failure in the real world, even when backed by armed battalions loyal to the most influential and most highly compensated. But since history was never introduced to the collegians, and since their will to ask questions was smothered by waves of harsh barrages labeling any questioners as fascists, racists, or the deepest cut of all, patriots, there would be no dissent regarding the manifesto.

The collegians would support more radical socialists who would pursue their stated goal of taking down the established vision that built the land. They would become enamored with the manifesto that espoused communal care and the elimination of the family unit. They would buy into the eradication of individual home ownership.

And history would repeat. Past pontifications of socialism had opened the door to localized crime waves and economic disasters. In the end the bright light of opportunity that built this land of freedom was extinguished. It wouldn't take an invading army. It would collapse from within because no one questioned the siren song of socialism.

Since history is non-biased, the truth of socialism would swallow up the land. It took courage to build the land and it would take courage to defend it. The first generation had the courage to build it. The last generations didn't have the courage to defend it."

Maybe We Should Pay Closer Attention To Socialism In The United States?

This manuscript is merely a fable. But maybe it would be wise to question the sultry siren song of socialism in America. The light of freedom in our own nation can be extinguished when no one is willing to keep it lit.

Written by T.O. Illustratio

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