“Down in Ol Kentucky, where the horseshoes are lucky......”

In Ol Kaintuck, that long ago Kentucky celebrated in song ‘n story, sumtime after the War between the States, people in the mountains didn’t keep their hogs penned. It was an old and accepted custom of the hills to leave swine to fend for themselves ‘n then hunted in the fall of the year. A newcomer, a northerner by speech, had purchased a small farm not far from town. One day while making a purchase at the general store, he inquired about the ownership of the swine rooting on his property ‘n when told that they more or less belonged to whoever hunted ‘n killed them in the fall, he merely nodded ‘n left the store. When word got around that he was actually putting out feed for the wild swine, his neighbors laughed at the dumb yankee. But, in the fall of the year, when the yankee drove his herd of by now tame hogs to market, they quit laughing. And when they complained to the local magistrate, they were informed that since the swine had been considered ‘wild’ and belonged to no man, the yankee was well within his rights.
Shortly after that, all the hill people built pig-pens ‘n all the ‘wild’ hogs disappeared from the area.
If you’re living on government commodities ‘n being supported by government, you are owned by government ‘n can be driven to market ‘n sold to the highest bidder.....I’m just sayin’.....
Anyways, in our more enliightened times, Govenor Moonbeam vowed not t’be a Nimbyist ‘n that’s a good thing....ackshully, that’s what The Old Terminator promised but didn’t (wudn’t or cudn’t) follow thru when he brandished a broom ‘n promised to sweep the Capitol clean...thing is, for all the not in my backyarders, let me reiterate....’there ain’t no such thing as free’....back in the early daze of Gov Moonbeam, there use’ta be a pop’lar bumper sticker that said, “Gas, Grass or Ass, Nobody rides for free!”