To the liberal politician. The poor man should say:

“you label me poor. You say I am helpless. You tell me, your education, your wealth, your social prominence, and your vast intelligence are what I need but will never own.  

You tell me you are willing to be my mother, father, and caretaker. You say you will provide everything I need.  

Well, due to your high IQ and obvious power, I’m embarrassed to have to tell you this. I don’t want any of what you offer.  

This may shock you, but I’m prepared to back it up. I’m happy with my cup of coffee in the morning. I’m happy with my friends and position in society. I’m happy to choose my own way. And what I’m learning about life you will never know. 

I have faith in my God, which I know baffles you. It’s a faith you can’t have, because you rely on all your own strength.  

Close your mouth. Keep your placating to yourself. Don’t bother to think that I don’t know you make a lot of money off of me and my friends. No, I won’t vote for you. I would rather vote for the man or woman who gives me the freedom I need to be the man I am.”