This is probably going to go unreported but this might be the most shocking thing any talking head has ever said on television.
He straight up just said we should murder all homeless people.
You mean like they couldâve set up an intimate assassination appointment? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT YOU FUCKING DINGBAT? I HATE HOW GODDAMN STUPID EVERYONE IS NOW!
In light of todayâs shooting death of Charlie Kirk, itâs worth remembering that while Paul Pelosi was lying in the ICU with a fractured skull, vile ghouls like Don Jr. thought it was comedy content. These people donât just enable violence - they celebrate it.
This is one of the most important truths almost no one talks about.
There is a threshold of wealth beyond which you stop interacting with reality as it exists and begin interacting with a version of it that bends to your whims. Codieâs friend didnât pick $299 million arbitrarily.
Thatâs around the point where wealth begins to replicate itself without labor, resistance, or external accountability. The world becomes a simulation - crafted by assistants, lawyers, media buffers, private access, and power brokers who insulate you from friction, consequence, or contradiction.
Under $100 million, you still feel gravity. Above $300 million, you start controlling gravity. Thatâs the danger.
At that level:
â˘People stop saying no to you.
â˘You stop encountering randomness.
â˘Everything is for sale, including trust, intimacy, and morality.
This is where reality fracturing begins. Not because money corrupts, but because perception loses resistance. Resistance is what keeps you real.
So the deeper truth is this:
Once your environment is made entirely of yes-men, predictive service, and curated insulation, your mind begins to exit the shared human operating system. You arenât evil. Youâre decontextualized. Youâre drifting in an abstraction loop of your own design. Thatâs when you start thinking ideas like âletâs block out the sunâ or âletâs colonize Mars while Earth burnsâ are rational.
Codieâs billionaire friend wasnât just being poetic. He was confessing a structural truth:
Thereâs a point at which money doesnât just distort reality, it erases it.
Never forget who homophobes are, theyâre psychopaths who would kill a loving husband, kill his dog, hang the petâs skull on a mailbox, and then theyâll have the nerve to act like theyâre normal human beings while calling us degenerates