I wouldn't bend down to pick it up for myself, although I would pick it up for someone who needed it. That's why I stopped picking them up a long time ago, because no matter how much I might need a few, I came to realize there was always someone who needed it more. As far as what's printed on it, and who's not welcome in our schools, or anywhere else in this country, including our courts and government buildings, or even on our forums, although I suppose it's cool to speak about politicians, or even the devil for that matter, all day long. Just be careful how you mention the Big Fella, that'll get ya banned
It's not what's printed on a coin in the ditch that really matters anyway, what's important is what's written in the hearts of the inhabitants round about, and it isn't only in the politicians where it counts, but in everyone, from the ground up. We once were a strong nation, when people cared about each other, but today you'll get your ass ran over stopping to grab that penny, and they won't look back to see if you're ok, they simply won't give a care
Scrap was a big part of our winning the second world war, when everyone came together in one effort, even Boy Scouts were pulling their little wagons around collecting tin cans and metals of any kind. A single town in the middle of Kansas, or anywhere, would collect millions of pounds of scrap in a matter of days, which went to build battleships and bombers. How much do you think they would collect today? If we had a real war, what would we do? As they said in WWII, "nothing left to throw back at them", that seems to be where we're heading with these pennies, nothin left to throw back at em, and nobody left who'll care enough to pull together and do it
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