One dark night outside a small town near Poulsbo, Washington, a fire
started inside the local chemical plant and in a blink of an eye it
exploded into massive flames.

The alarm went out to all the fire departments for miles around.
When the volunteer fire fighters appeared on the scene, the chemical
company president rushed to the fire chief and said, "All our
secret formulas are in the vault in the center of the plant.
They must be saved. I will give $50,000 to the fire department that brings them
out intact."

But the roaring flames held the firefighters off. Soon more fire departments had
to be called in as the situation became desperate.

As the firemen arrived, the president shouted out that the offer was now
$100,000 to the fire department who could bring out the company's
secret files.

From the distance, a lone siren was heard as another fire truck came
into sight. It was the nearby Norwegian rural township volunteer fire company
composed mainly of Norwegians over the age of 65 and one female named
ninc=de=poop. To everyone's amazement, that little run-down fire engine roared
right past all the newer sleek engines that were parked outside the plant.

Without even slowing down it drove straight into the middle of the
inferno. Outside, the other firemen watched as the Norwegian old timers jumped
off right in the middle of the fire and fought it back on all sides.

It was a performance and effort never seen before. Within a short time, the
Norske old timers had extinguished the fire and had saved the secret formulas.

The grateful chemical company president announced that for such a
superhuman feat he was upping the reward to $200,000, and walked
over to personally thank each of the brave fire fighters.

The local TV news reporter rushed in to capture the event on film,
asking their chief, "What are you going to do with all that money?"

"Vell," said Ole Larsen, the 70-year-old fire chief,
"Da first thing ve gonna do is fix da brakes on dat focking truck!"

--

***FIGHT SOCIALISM, Buy a Ford***

John H