Rome handed out free grain to 40,000 citizens in 73 BC. By 46 BC, Julius Caesar found 320,000 people lining up for their monthly ration. That eight-fold expansion happened in under three decades, and it shows you how welfare states actually grow.
No Roman senator stood up and announced a plan to addict a third of the city to government bread. It happened incrementally, through political competition. Each magistrate who wanted votes expanded eligibility. Each expansion normalized the next one. The citizen who once considered the dole shameful eventually expected it, then demanded it, then organized politically to protect it.
This is the core mechanism free market thinkers have identified across every era: once you create a transfer program, you create a constituency for that program. Recipients vote. Administrators build careers. Grain merchants who supply the state develop a stake in keeping the contracts flowing. The political economy locks in.
Caesar, to his credit, actually cut the rolls back to 150,000 through verification audits. It was one of his more economically coherent moves, though the Senate still murdered him. His successors quietly let the numbers climb again.
What did the dole require? Massive grain imports from Sicily, Sardinia, and Egypt, organized through state logistics at state expense, funded by taxation and conquest. When the conquest revenue dried up, the obligation remained. Rome had written a check against future military success, and future military success eventually failed to arrive.
The lesson is not complicated. Distribute a benefit and you distribute dependency. Distribute dependency and you distribute political power to whoever controls the distribution. The grain dole didn't weaken Rome overnight, but it made every subsequent reform politically impossible.
The media never mentioned that the police officers called an ambulance immediately when Floyd complained of shortness of breath.
Unusual behavior for “murderers”.
Battleship New Jersey is getting a 3-story visitor center, double the parking, and more with $24 million upgrades https://t.co/wBbSQDqNwQ via @phillyinquirer
This sends a chill up my spine. Smiles and applause while the Democratic Massachusetts governor signs a bill to allow abortions up to birth in her state. This is murder. It’s evil. She calls abortion healthcare for women. The Bible says, “Woe to those who call evil good and good evil” (Isaiah 5:20). This governor and those cheering will one day stand before a Holy God—I don’t think they will be cheering then. https://t.co/7yEC5deoi5
If you’re laughing and clapping about a 9 month old fully developed baby getting murdered, you’re going to burn in hell for all eternity - and I promise you won’t be laughing then.
I read this on fb and I wanted to share it with you all. Nailed it on the head. 👇
As I had my morning coffee, I realized that everything is about to change. No matter how I vote, no matter what I say, something evil has invaded our nation, and our lives are never going to be the same.
I have been confused by the hostility of family and friends. I look at people I have known all my life--so hate-filled that they agree with opinions they would never express as their own. I think that I may well have entered the Twilight Zone.
You can't justify this insanity. We have become a nation that has lost its collective mind!
• If a man pretends to be a woman, you are required to pretend with him.
• Somehow it’s un-American for the census to count how many Americans are in America.
• Russians influencing our elections are bad, but illegals voting in our elections are good.
• It was cool for Joe Biden to "blackmail" the President of Ukraine, but it’s an impeachable offense if Donald Trump inquires about it.
• People who have never owned slaves should pay slavery reparations to people who have never been slaves.
• People who have never been to college should pay the debts of college students who took out huge loans for their degrees.
• Immigrants with tuberculosis and polio are welcome, but you’d better be able to prove your dog is vaccinated.
• Irish doctors and German engineers who want to immigrate to the US must go through a rigorous vetting process, but any illiterate gang-bangers who jump the southern fence are welcome.
• $5 billion for border security is too expensive, but $1.5 trillion for “free” health care is not.
• If you cheat to get into college you go to prison, but if you cheat to get into the country you go to college for free.
• People who say there is no such thing as gender are demanding a female President.
• We see other countries going Socialist and collapsing, but it seems like a great plan to us.
• Some people are held responsible for things that happened before they were born, and other people are not held responsible for what they are doing right now.
• Criminals are caught-and-released to hurt more people, but stopping them is bad because it's a violation of THEIR rights.
• And pointing out all this hypocrisy somehow makes us "racists"?!
Nothing makes sense anymore, no values, no morals, no civility and people are dying of a Chinese virus, but it racist to refer to it as Chinese even though it began in China.
We are clearly living in an upside down world where right is wrong and wrong is right, where moral is immoral and immoral is moral, where good is evil and evil is good, where killing murderers is wrong, but killing innocent babies is right.
Wake up America, the great unsinkable ship Titanic America has hit an iceberg, is taking on water, and is sinking fast. The choice is yours to make. What will it be? Time is short, make your choice wisely!
Why does everything feel fake?
We have a Congress that won't pass something 83% people want.
We have courts that release criminals faster than police can arrest them.
We have schools that graduate kids who can’t read.
We have colleges that charge $200K for degrees that don’t get you jobs.
We have a non-profit system that profits from our tax dollars.
We have a health care industry that profits from you staying sick.
We have “representatives” who don’t represent us.
We have “news” networks that report opinions and call them facts.
We have an insurance industry that fights every single claim.
None of it works the way they tell you it works.
And deep down, everyone knows it.
It just all feels so so fake…
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Nie zaczepiaj ludzi po pięćdziesiątce. To nie jest grupa wiekowa. To stan skupienia materii.
To ostatnie pokolenie, które wychowało się bez psychologów dziecięcych, coachów emocji, aplikacji do medytacji i instrukcji obsługi życia.
Mieli pięć lat i już po odgłosie klucza przekręcanego przez matkę w zamku wiedzieli, czy dziś będzie spokój, czy lepiej zniknąć z pola widzenia.
W wieku siedmiu lat dostawali klucz na sznurku, garnek z zupą i krótką instrukcję: Obiad odgrzej. Gaz zakręć. Domu nie spal.
Nikt nie pytał, czy są gotowi na taką odpowiedzialność. Byli. Bo nie mieli wyboru.
Ich placem zabaw było wszystko, czego współczesny sanepid natychmiast by zakazał. Place budowy, rzeki, tory kolejowe, trzepaki i drzewa wyższe niż zdrowy rozsądek.
Przeżyli.
Kolana zszywał czas, a nie prywatna klinika. Na każde skaleczenie obowiązywała jedna procedura medyczna: Nie umarłeś? To biegnij dalej.
Jedli chleb z cukrem, pili wodę z ogrodowego węża lub ulicznego saturatora i lody kupowane od człowieka, którego nikt nigdy nie kontrolował. Ich mikrobiom wygląda dziś jak jednostka specjalna.
Alergie? Pewnie były. Po prostu nikt nie organizował z ich powodu konferencji prasowych.
Potrafią usunąć plamę z trawy, smaru, błota, atramentu i krwi. Nie dlatego, że oglądali poradniki w internecie. Dlatego, że alternatywą było spotkanie z rodzicami, którego wspomnienia zostają na całe życie.
Dorastali z radiem tranzystorowym, czarno białym telewizorem, gramofonem, magnetofonem szpulowym, kasetami przewijanymi ołówkiem i telefonem, którego nie dało się zabrać do łóżka.
Dzisiaj słyszą, że młode pokolenie przeżywa dramat, bo przez dwadzieścia minut nie działało WiFi.
Poważnie.
Prawo jazdy robili po to, żeby jeździć. Wsiadali do Malucha albo Syrenki i jechali przez pół Polski bez klimatyzacji, bez GPS, bez ABS i bez przekonania, że producent samochodu odpowiada za ich bezpieczeństwo.
Mapa papierowa, termos z herbatą, jajka na twardo i wiara, że jeśli droga się skończy, to ktoś wskaże następną.
I zawsze ktoś wskazywał.
W instrukcji obsługi auta były wskazówki jak regulować luz zaworów, a producent nie ostrzegał, aby nie pić elektrolitu z akumulatora.
To ostatnie pokolenie, które zna świat bez internetu, bez mediów społecznościowych i bez konieczności dokumentowania każdego obiadu.
Wybierają numery telefonów z pamięci. Pamiętają urodziny bez aplikacji. Pamiętają ludzi, którzy przychodzili z wizytą bez wcześniejszego wysłania pięciu wiadomości z pytaniem, czy można.
Do dziś potrafią naprawić niemal wszystko taśmą izolacyjną, drutem, kombinerkami i odrobiną zdrowego rozsądku. A gdy coś naprawdę się zepsuje, najpierw próbują to naprawić, a dopiero potem wpisują pytanie do wyszukiwarki.
To pokolenie nie miało dzieciństwa w jakości 4K.
Miało za to prawdziwe.
Nie potrzebowali bezpiecznych stref, trigger warningów ani certyfikowanych specjalistów od budowania poczucia własnej wartości. Wystarczył jeden tekst ojca: Jak skończysz, to wróć.
I wracali.
Dlatego naprawdę nie warto zaczepiać ludzi po pięćdziesiątce.
To ludzie z czasów, gdy bateria była tylko w latarce, chmura wisiała nad głową, a inteligentny był człowiek, nie telefon.
Całość przeżyli bez aktualizacji systemu.
Mr. President,
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I don’t know if you’ll ever read this. Probably not. But I’m writing it anyway because my wife and I talk about this all the time, and somebody needs to say it out loud.
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We can’t wait for the day you’re no longer President.
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Not because we’re tired of you. The opposite. Because you deserve to go home. You deserve quiet mornings. You deserve to sit on your own porch without the weight of 330 million people sitting on your shoulders. You deserve your family back. You deserve peace.
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You didn’t have to do any of this.
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You had the money.
You had the name.
You had the life most men only dream about.
You could’ve spent the rest of your days golfing, traveling, watching your grandkids grow up.
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Instead you stepped into a fire that nearly cost you everything.
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They mocked you. They sued you. They raided your home. They tried to bankrupt you. They tried to lock you up. They dragged your wife and kids through the mud. They put a bullet through your ear and you got up with your fist in the air and kept going.
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For what?
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For us. Regular people. Truck drivers. Welders. Waitresses. Roughnecks. Farmers. Single moms working two jobs. Grandparents on a fixed income watching the country they built get handed away.
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You didn’t owe us a thing. And you gave us everything.
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You risked your name. Your legacy. Your safety. Your family’s safety. Your brand. Your freedom. All of it. So this country could have one more shot at being what it was supposed to be.
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And the truth nobody wants to admit?
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We didn’t deserve a President like you.
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A nation this divided, this ungrateful, this asleep at the wheel didn’t earn a man willing to bleed for it. But God sent you anyway. And I’ll thank Him for that until the day I die. 🙏
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So when the day finally comes that you walk away from that desk, I hope you sleep good. I hope your wife laughs again without looking over her shoulder. I hope your kids breathe easy. I hope you golf till the sun goes down and nobody bothers you for nothing.
Donald Trump works more than one week than Joe Biden worked in four years. Yeah.
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You earned every bit of it.
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Thank you, Mr. President. From a retired auto worker in Ohio, who prays for you often.
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God bless you. God bless your family. And God bless the United States of America. 🇺🇸