[Word of the day] : Ar morzhol hag ar falz
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☭ U+262D ☭ Le marteau et la faucille ☭ Hammer and sickle ☭ Hamer en sekel ☭ Сърп и чук ☭ Srp i čekić ☭ Falç i martell ☭ چەکوچ و داس ☭ Srp a kladivo ☭ Hammer og segl ☭ Hammer und Sichel ☭ Σφυροδρέπανο ☭
Rikoltilo kaj martelo☭ Hoz y martillo ☭ Sirp ja vasar ☭ Igitaia eta mailua ☭ داس و چکش ☭ Sirppi ja vasara ☭ Fouce e martelo ☭ הפטיש והמגל ☭ Srp i čekić ☭ Sarló és kalapács ☭ Մուրճ և մանգաղ ☭ Palu arit ☭ Falce e martello ☭ 鎌と槌 ☭ ნამგალი და ურო ☭ 낫과 망치 ☭ Çekuç û das ☭ Pjautuvas ir kūjis ☭ Tukul dan sabit ☭ Hammer og sigd ☭ Hammar og sigd ☭ Hamer en sikkel ☭ Sierp i młot ☭ Foice e martelo ☭ Secera și ciocanul ☭ Серп и молот ☭ Srp i čekić ☭ Drapëri dhe çekiçi ☭ Kosák a kladivo ☭ Srp in kladivo ☭ Срп и чекић ☭ Hammaren och skäran ☭ ค้อนเคียว ☭ Orak ve çekiç ☭ Серп і молот ☭ 锤子与镰刀 ☭
MouseLand, Tommy Douglas, 1944, Canada.
Thomas Clement « Tommy » Douglas, PC CC SOM (20 October 1904 – 24 February 1986) was a Scottish-born Baptist minister, and Canadian social democratic politician. He was elected to the Canadian House of Commons in 1935 as a member of the Co-operative Commonwealth Federation (CCF) party. He left federal politics to become the Saskatchewan CCF’s leader and then the seventh Premier of Saskatchewan from 1944 to 1961. His government was the first social democratic government in North America, and it introduced the continent’s first single payer, universal health care program.
This is the story of a place called Mouseland. Mouseland was a place where all the little mice lived and played, were born and died. And they lived much the same as you and I do.
They even had a parliament. And every four years they had an election. Used to walk to the polls and cast their ballots. Some of them even got a ride to the polls. And got a ride for the next four years afterwards, too. Just like you and me. And every time on election day all the little mice used to go to the ballot box and they used to elect a government.
A government made up of big, fat, black cats.
Now if you think it strange that mice should elect a government of cats, look at the history of Canada for the last 90 years and maybe you’ll see they weren’t any stupider then us.
Now I’m not saying anything against the cats. They conducted their government with dignity. They passed good laws – that is, laws that were good for cats. But the laws that were good for cats weren’t very good for mice. One of the laws said that mouse holes had to be big enough so a cat could get his paw in. Another law said that mice could only run at certain speeds – so a cat could get his breakfast without too much effort.
All the laws were good laws. For cats. But, oh, they were hard on mice. And life was getting harder and harder. And when the mice couldn’t put up with it any more, they decided that something had to be done. So they went en masse to the polls. They voted the black cats out. They put in white cats.
Now the white cats had put up a terrific campaign. They said, « All Mouseland needs is more vision. » They said, « The trouble with Mouseland is the round mouse holes. If you put us in we’ll make square mouse holes. » And they did. And the square mouse holes were twice as big as the round ones, and now a cat could get both paws in.
And life was tougher then ever.
And when they couldn’t take that anymore, they voted the white cats out and black ones in again. Then they went back to white cats. Then to black cats. They even tried half black and half white cats. And they called that a coalition. They even got one government made up of cats with spots on them: They were cats that tried to make a noise like a mouse but ate like a cat.
You see, my friends, the trouble wasn’t with the colour of the cat. The trouble was that they were cats. And because they were cats, they naturally looked after cats instead of mice.
Presently there came along one little mouse who had an idea. My friends, watch out for the little fellow with an idea. And he said to the other mice, « Look fellows, why do we keep electing a government made up of cats? Why don’t we elect a government made up of mice? » « Oh, » they said, « he’s a Bolshevik. Lock him up! »
So they put him in jail.
But I want to remind you: That you can lock up a mouse or a man but you can’t lock up an idea.
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