One upon a time, tucked in the valleys of mighty rivers and nestled against the shore of a great ocean, a group of prosperous, happy people lived together in a little society, know as Jonsylvania. Through their industry and thrift, they created one of the most beautiful, wealthiest communities in the land.
The people fancied themselves very cosmopolitan and, certainly, with their level of education and affluence, they had a right to be somewhat self-satisfied.
But even in a prosperous a society such as Jonsylvania, there were still pockets of poverty. Many of these folks were recent immigrants from foreign lands, not yet versed in the culture or the language. Often, though, they were people who, for one reason or another, made poor choices, such as abusing alcohol or drugs, having children out of wedlock, or failing to take advantage of the fabulously expensive education Jonsylvania offered.
Now, it came to pass that the people elected a new chief, F. Todd McJondey. The Chief felt passionately that a just society could not tolerate poverty in the midst of prosperity. It especially troubled him that so many children seemed to be living in poverty, despite the affluence of the land. So, he appointed a new Commissioner of Compassion, in the Division of Envy, Department of Confiscation, Jon Sertan, to rid the society of the bane of poverty.
Sertan was every bit as progressive as the new Chief. "If only we could increase the amount of money we spend on the poor," he thought, "they won’t be poor any more". So he embarked upon a great crusade to confiscate money from the good citizens of Jonsylvania to improve the lot of the poor.
Sertan noticed that even many folks who worked hard failed to make enough money to provide what he considered to be an adequate living for a wife and family. So, as his first decision as Commissioner of Compassion, he decreed that, henceforth, all workers would receive a living wage. This, he felt, would surely improve the lives of the working poor.
Jim Jonsson lived in the main town of Jonsylvania, Jonville. There, he operated a small store, catering to the needs of his fellow citizens. When he started the business, he worked hard – sometimes sixty to eighty hours a week – but, by dint of the sweat of his brow, the business prospered. Jim made a good living for his family, paid his (already uncomfortably high) taxes, and, as he got older, hired ten essentially unskilled employees (mostly immigrants, the young, and the relatively poor) to help him, giving him some leisure time to spend with his family, coach his son’s hockey team, and become something of a patron of the town.
Shortly after the election for Chief, Jim received a letter from the Commissioner of Compassion advising him that, come the first of the year, he must pay all of his employees more money. Some of his employees had been with him for some time, and he considered them his friends, so he was happy to pay them more money, figuring that all of his competition would be in precisely the same boat, and all would have to raise their prices, as he anticipated doing, passing along the cost of this new mandate to the customers.
After a few months, though, he began to notice a significant reduction in business. Encountering one former customer, Jim asked him why he no longer shopped at Jim’s store. "Well, Jim, it’s like this. I’d love to shop with you, but I’ve got a family of my own, and the prices across the river in Delavania are a lot lower than yours."
Jim got to thinking that, if this kept up, he’d lose all his customers. So he cut back his prices. But, now, his profits were squeezed, and he no longer had the money to help out around the town, or to provide for his family as he once did. When two of his employees announced that they were leaving, he decided not to replace them. Once again, he found himself working 60-80 hours a week, but, at least, now he had the money to pay his mortgage and the big tax increases the chief had imposed (despite his electoral promise).
But Compassion Commissioner Sertan felt more needed to be done to help working families. Wages – for those who still had jobs – were higher, it was true, but they still couldn’t afford to buy health insurance, the costs of which had skyrocketed in recent years, in part because government mandates that all coverage he expensive. So, as his second ukase, Sertan announced that, henceforth, every employee must be provided with health care coverage.
In his little shop, Jim was beside himself. Providing this coverage would cost him about 40% of his employees wages. In view of the competition from the shops in Delavania, he knew he couldn’t increase prices, so, when the mandate came down, he reluctantly fired half of his remaining eight employees. They couldn’t find new jobs and went on unemployment or welfare.
And, still, despite investing in labor saving machinery, such as self-scanners for his customers, business fell off. "We can get much better service across the river in Delavania, at the same prices," said his former customers. Indeed, the more expensive and more profitable the item, the more likely people were to travel across the river to purchase it.
One day, Jim bumped into an old neighbor of his, Del. They fell to reminiscing about old times and Jim observed that he hadn’t seen Del around much lately. "I moved to Delville, in Delavania two years ago," Del replied. "I got a gorgeous house on some land for a very competitive price. The property taxes are half what I paid in Jonville, and all of those taxes are spent locally, not shipped off to other districts, so our schools are great. They let me build on my property without delaying me for months with governmental approvals. The income tax is 1/3 what I was paying. They were HAPPY to get my business. And they didn’t have a litter of kittens when I wanted to own a gun!! Let me hook you up with my real estate agent..."
It pained Jim to think about leaving Jonsylvania. He’d been born and raised there. And he rather agreed with the Chief’s view the society needed to do a lot to make life better for the poor. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized, that he simply couldn’t compete here in Jonville anymore, and if he didn’t do something, he’d be among the poor needing society’s help.
So, he closed his store, picked up his family, and moved across the river. Once again, he could operate his business, hiring people who wanted to work at a wage he could afford to pay. To his surprise, he found that he already knew many of his neighbors, including a few men who used to run businesses near his in Jonville, and were now in business here.
None of his former employees could find work; no one in Jonsylvania was hiring the kind of unskilled help they could offer.
The day after Jim moved, Chief McJondey and Sertan met for their weekly conference. The economic news was grim. Unemployment was up; more people were uninsured; poverty seemed to be increasing. Surprisingly, despite the massive tax increases, revenues failed to meet expectations, especially on taxes directed at the more affluent and business. "It means," said Sertan, " that we must redouble our efforts. We must hire more governmental employees to meet the needs of the poor. And we must find new sources of revenue by increasing taxes on the rich and business, so that they pay their fair share."
But across the river, Jim no longer worried about that. Indeed, he had a brilliant idea, and began a business, developing land for homes and business in Delavania, marketing it to his former, upscale neighbors in Jonville. What began as a trickle of emigration became a flood; Jim’s businesses boomed.
And he lived happily ever after, surrounded by his family and friends, with only the slightest tinge of regret that he had been driven out of the not-so-happy-or-prosperous land across the river.