You don’t know the Big Rock Candy Mountain? That’s the gorgeous Democratic Socialist paradise where everything is free.
“Where the handouts grow on bushes … And the sun shines every day/ On the birds and the bees and the cigarette trees/ The lemonade springs where the bluebird sings/ In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.”
It sounds so nice, like Democratic economic policy written for modern Americans who’ve been trained to despise the freedom offered by capitalism, while yearning for free stuff promised by the federal masters….
“There’s a lake of stew/ And of whiskey, too/ You can paddle all around ’em/ In a big canoe/ In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.”