This is a classic misdirection.
Letting people keep money they earned is not “giving” them money. Framing it that way hides the real issue.
Healthcare costs are driven by structural problems — regulation, third-party payments, lack of price transparency, and administrative bloat — not by billionaires buying jets. Pointing at private jets lets the actual causes remain untouched while creating political pressure to take more from high earners.
The result? The real problem stays in place, incentives to create wealth get weaker, and overall outcomes get worse. That’s not solving anything — it’s protecting the current system by blaming someone else.
This doesn’t add up.
A 35% wealth tax does not make the average person 35% richer. Billionaire wealth is mostly productive capital — businesses, stocks, and jobs — not idle cash. Confiscating it destroys investment and future growth.
You want the rich to keep taking huge risks and building companies, while simultaneously punishing them for succeeding and telling them it’s their duty to hand the money over to people who didn’t take those risks. That’s not how incentives work.
California is already proving it. High taxes are driving billionaires and high earners out of the state. The tax base shrinks, investment leaves, and everyone ends up worse off — including the people this is supposed to help.
The core issue is often the majority’s willingness to take from the productive without restraint, which politicians then weaponize. History shows socialism’s extremes (Stalin ~20M, Mao ~65M deaths) thrive when people stop checking power.
The solution isn’t just hating government, but restoring strong institutions, individual responsibility, and cultural norms that reward productivity. Never give radical redistribution an inch, it rarely stops at moderate.
It seems the schemes of humans will always stay the same. There’s no absolute right or wrong in anything—it all boils down to who holds the power to sway the minds of the populace. Those skilled at deceiving others can control the narrative. An evil man with a silver tongue can cast blame on another, painting his own wickedness as justice, and the people will see him as a righteous figure. This holds true for a nation just as it does for an individual.
So, what’s really at the root of all this? I believe it’s the inability of the populace to think for themselves and face the world’s challenges head-on. Whatever they’re fed, they swallow whole and use as fuel for their lives.
In the end, it can be said that the schemes of humans will forever remain unchanged.
Behind your halo, you speak with grace,
Yet beneath those words lies a sea of lies.
When unleashed, they sow disaster, day and night.
Elected as the shepherd of the flock,
You condemn evil from the side of right,
But your wolf’s eyes gleam through sheep’s disguise.
What’s your aim? Does deceit hide beneath what’s just?
Is right merely a mask, all fair and fine?
What defines good against wrong?
What is the most painful thing in life?
Is it the sting of a flesh-torn wound?
Is it the shadow of regret that clings?
Is it watching those you hold most dear
fade like sand through an hourglass, relentless?
Just watching, tormented, powerless to mend.
Tears spill from your eyes, a silent plea,
wishing each drop could buy them time anew.
Sigh. The weathered flowers droop, forlorn,
beneath the wail of a windy night storm.
It is now—it has always been now!
Time waits for no one as it races toward something it will never catch.
Why wait for a tomorrow that will never arrive?
The time is now, and it will always be now.
It’s wonderful to have big dreams that light up your life’s lantern,
But why fixate on a thousand steps along an infinite path to that dream?
Why not focus on now—start today and keep moving?
Take that first step and build upon it.
Learn and cherish each step that shapes the journey to your goal.
That’s what holds true value—something you’ll never grasp
If you only see the big picture and obsess over the main details.
The time is now—it has always been now!
Though I’m distant from you,
like Andromeda to the Milky Way,
your beauty radiates,
a starlight kiss across the cosmos.
You’ve been drifting, my lone galaxy,
in the endless night’s embrace—
let me be the captain,
tenderly steering your heart’s ship.
I’ve dreamed a million light-years,
aching to hold your gaze,
with a black hole’s fierce pull,
a meteor shower’s wild blaze,
or the northern lights’ soft dance.
Yet perhaps, my love,
'Starship to your heart'
will bind our souls across the stars,
carry us through the galaxy’s depths,
unveiling the tender mystery
of a universe made ours.
The passage of time is so vague.
Is that where the mystery lies?
Like how night turns to day,
Or how the past brings joy and pain.
What of the present we fail to embrace,
Or the future that draws our minds far away?
The more we seek a reason to breathe,
The more time lets our soul, body, and mind decay.
If life brings death, and death brings life,
How do we break this endless cycle?
Should we simply cherish life more?
Does that mean turning our thoughts from the future,
To dwell in the present with greater care,
And give thanks for the joy and pain of the past—
The forces that shaped us,
Molding us into the people we’ve become?
The past cannot be regained nor can the future be guaranteed; however, the present unpredictability creates memorable moments that make the past and the future worthwhile.