A Fire in Our Apartment Building

The sharp, ear-piecing scream of the fire alarm.

Check it out ... someone hollering, someone else going to help ... faint smell of smoke.

"Call the fire department."

"Are you kidding? Fight your own fire. I'm not paying taxes for your junk!"

But here come the fire trucks anyway.

All Communists, I'm sure ... in their RED trucks.

Talk about socialism - they take our money, and buy those big RED trucks, and throw around all that equipment, stop traffic and make a lot of noise.

Where's the entrepreneurial spirit?

Aren't we all on our own?

I mean, those public service employees - who do they think they are? On the public dole, you bet! And then they get to retire early, and draw on that big fat pension, paid by guys like me, who work hard for their money, who earn it the old fashioned way.

Next time there's a fire, I'll do it myself.

Doggone right.

No more of this socialist Communist pinko red crap. No siree ...

Wonder what Rush would have to say about all these RED trucks dashing around town? And you know what, some of them are yellow, and that's the truth! For sure.

All Reds are Yellow, aren't they?

Makes sense to me.

Whoo, what's that?

A fire alarm? In my place.

Someone call the Fire Department. Quick!

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P.S. There really was a small fire yesterday 2.22.11) in our apartment building, and, yes, the fire trucks arrived within 3 or 4 minutes - at least five or six units, including an aerial truck. In no time at all, the dryer-vent fire was out. A few scary moments for everyone - thank God for the village. It takes a village to raise a child, and a village to keep us safe.