Comments on: A Green Business Model

By: jdub

jdub — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 21:53:10 +0000

er, rather, specifically the jobs-saved-or-created angle.

By: jdub

jdub — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 21:52:25 +0000

point noted, deputyheadmistress.
i think the stimulus angle brings it up to date a bit, though.

By: deputyheadmistress

deputyheadmistress — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 17:27:34 +0000

that's an old gag- and I suspect the UK version was swiped and rewritten from the one here. Scroll down a bit on the page to see it.

By: O Bloody Hell

O Bloody Hell — Wed, 16 Dec 2009 02:54:24 +0000

> Itâ€™s not like the excess supply was driving down prices of a food crop.

Dude, “Wool and Mohair Price Supports” Since the #$^$%^$% 1950s.

Read “Parliament of Whores”, by P.J. O’Rourke. It’s old (1990), but strangely even more true now than then.

By: Saloner

Saloner — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 14:45:34 +0000

That’s nothing; In fact, it is, as governmental schemes go, quite tame . You want to see the real deal? Head over to France, Spain and Italy: Not raising things is the main source of many farmers’ incomes in those lands.

By: YT

YT — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 13:30:48 +0000

This sounds like an old tune by (happy fats or other southerner) as a letter written to LBJ.

By: Joseph Hertzlinger

Joseph Hertzlinger — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 04:55:44 +0000

Isn’t it supposed to end with “By the way, could a raise a few hogs on the side to provide breakfast bacon?”

By: txjim

txjim — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 02:51:55 +0000

I first saw this joke back in the 80′s. An feisty old Texas dairy farmer I knew had this joke in his stack of well-worn mimeographed copies he loved to take out and show to visitors. All the jokes were written as letters to the Ag Dept. I thought it was comedy gold back then and it hasn’t lost it’s kick! Incidentally that old dairy farmer, long dead now, is the only guy I know of who was buried in a pine box he built and laid to rest under his favorite shade tree on his farm. I still smile any time I think of that man.

By: Methinks

Methinks — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 02:02:12 +0000

Dr. T, it’s my great hope to one day buy a farm in Connecticut so that I can be paid for not farming and get some of my damned money back.

By: Jody

Jody — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 01:47:25 +0000

Major Major’s father was a sober God-fearing man whose idea of a good joke was to lie
about his age. He was a long-limbed farmer, a God-fearing, freedom-loving, law-abiding rugged individualist who held that federal aid to anyone but farmers was creeping socialism. He advocated thrift and hard work and disapproved of loose women who turned him down. His specialty was alfalfa, and he made a good thing out of not growing any. The government paid him well for every bushel of alfalfa he did not grow. The more alfalfa he did not grow, the more money the government gave him, and he spent every penny he didn’t earn on new land to increase the amount of alfalfa he did not produce. Major Major’s father worked without rest at not growing alfalfa. On long winter evenings he remained indoors and did not mend harness, and he sprang out of bed at the crack of noon every day just to make certain that the chores would not be done. He invested in land wisely and soon was not growing more alfalfa than any other man in the county. Neighbors sought him out for advice on all subjects, for he had made much money and was therefore wise. “As ye sow, so shall ye reap,” he counseled one and all, and everyone said,”Amen.”