Did I hear my name?
My junk is fully functional
conjunction'd with my funk I pull
hot people to my steeple
Come on time—my spunk is punctual
Them titties is the is the tonic for these pathways positronic
I just can't keep cool and calm when them bomb boobies hit my conics
I'm hungry for the action got my ass usin' contractions
I'm fit to split that slit faster than I can factor fractions
Scope the porn fair
'fore my Pon Far
On my date like
Data on Yar
And I suspect you sniff farts.
How convenient "We caaaaaaan't take billionaire money or tehy wiww weave!" lines up with power structures set up by billionaires.
The rich have always funded parroting of taxes being impossible to implement and no one believes it
With natural resources and trillions in seized assets? I doubt it.
foreign investment dries up and no foreign entity wants their money in your bank since you have a habit of seizing it?
Won't happen if they still want access to your markets.
How strong is the economy then?
Plenty
Where would it go?
Partially this is a Cotton Eye Joe reference, but mostly pointing out that people spend money. Spent money is taxed. Huuzah.
Also money isn't real. You can just print the stuff.
The only issue is the productive capacity of the society doing it.
Who cares? Did you not see how it was cheaper than what we're currently doing because fewer people wind up in hospitals and prisons?
Where does the more money we are currently spending come from?
That would save money on homelessness services and pig salaries, plus the money would be spent and therefore taxed.
Even if it wouldn't save money (it would) some taxes have needed to go up for a while now anyway.
And even referring to Jack, "We had no other children" would be true.
How was that a lie?
Do the people who wrote those lyrics get a cut of Spotify gatekeeping them?
I wanted an assault riffle, but when I got it home I found it was made of flavored corn syrup and was only assault style.