Guess who's is coming to dinner

Guess who’s coming to dinner? A short story!
No, not Sidney Portier, and not really just one person. So, who is on the guest list, you may ask? Actually, you may not ask, but they are ‘‘nice’’ people, and hard working too!  And, it’s not really a dinner party either, but the ‘’good’’ people have invited them. It’s more like a series of block parties. Now most neighborhoods don’t allow strangers at their block parties, but these are different times and it would be rude to ask if one has a proper invitation. The ‘’good’’ people have opened up their doors to all. Well, actually, they haven’t opened up “their doors” but they have opened up “your doors” to all. The ‘’good’’ people have explained that there is a “right” to certain things, like shelter and health care, and only the mean ‘’bad’’ people and haters would deny those “rights”. Now the ‘’nice’' hard-working people are also smart people, and when they heard that they have these rights, they wanted to share the good news with other friends and family members who may not have those “rights” so they flocked to the neighborhoods where the idea of an invitation list is scorned and mocked as being xenophobic and racist. When the ‘’bad’’ people expressed a concern that, perhaps, this wasn’t a great idea, the ‘’good’’ people mocked them and farted in their general direction. To ensure that the ‘’bad’’ people didn’t stop the ‘’nice’’ people from coming to the party, they welded open the gates to the entrance to the festivities.
Soon the party was in full swing, and the ‘’good’’ people congratulated themselves on their own benevolence, character, virtue and humanity. (don’t forget humility) And the ‘’nice’’ hardworking people, for some reason, that seems to escape the thought process of the ‘’good’’ people, kept showing up. It was almost like some of the ‘’bad’’ people were granting their wishes and sending more party goers. Soon the ‘’good’’ people were having a hard time finding more party space for the new ‘’nice’’ people, their kids and their relatives. In a moment of clarity, one (possibly more) of the top ‘’good dead doers’’ realized that the party was too big, there was no more party space, and worse yet, school was about to open. Then he looked in his wallet and found there was no money to continue paying for the party. Of course, the ‘’good’’ deed doers, lacking in introspection, tried to pretend that this was something that no one could have imagined and cried crocodile tears and begged for help from the top ‘’good- deed- doer- in- chief’’. But the GDDIC was watching re runs of Barnaby Jones and didn’t get the message. They’re destroying our neighborhoods, said the good deed doer, oblivious to the notion that this might seem hateful to some of the ‘’good’’ people. Soon some of the smarter ‘’good’’ people realized that the ‘’bad’’ people weren’t “bad” people after all; they just had common sense and a basic understanding of federalism and economics.