The “trillionaire” debate is clouded by money, which is ultimately just information. Focus on the physical: Created wealth moves humanity forward because useful things are brought to fruition that would not otherwise exist. Redistributed wealth is burned up and never seen again. It does little good because it competes for a fixed pie of products and services, driving up prices. The redistribution space is full of grifters who mainly enrich themselves. When the poor are helped locally, however, they receive a wholistic gift that can actually move the needle for individuals. That, in itself, is a form of created wealth. The key word is “creation”. We should all try to make the world better by creating goodness around us. Envying or sabotaging someone who is creating mega wealth (like Elon) is profoundly counterproductive for everyone.

The slaughter will continue until politicians become genuinely afraid of going to prison.

If, when you say regulation, you mean the dead and clammy hand of the commissar—the gentleman who has never in his life built a single thing, drafting rules to govern a thing he cannot define, to be enforced by men who cannot read them; if you mean the form in triplicate, the impact assessment upon the impact assessment, the compliance officer who breeds, in the warm dark of the org chart, further compliance officers unto the third and fourth generation; if you mean the moat—the deep cold moat that the giant digs around his own castle and christens, with a perfectly straight face, public safety—the drawbridge he hauls up behind himself the very instant he is across, lest any hungrier and hungrier man should follow; if you mean the precautionary principle, which, had it governed our grandfathers, would have banned the wheel pending further study of the hill, and left us yet shivering and raw in the mouth of the cave, blessing its excellent ventilation; if you mean the European disease—that magnificent open-air museum of a continent, which produces in our time precisely two things in great abundance, and they are regulation, and the eloquent and well-footnoted regret of cultivated men explaining at length why they have produced nothing else; if you mean the license required to think, the permission slip for honest arithmetic, the king’s wax stamp pressed upon the forehead of every new idea before it may draw its first breath; if you mean the agency dispatched, with trumpets, to slay a single dragon, which arrives at the cave, surveys the accommodations, and moves in—and spends the ensuing century laying eggs and devouring the very villagers it was sworn to defend; if you mean the startup that perishes not of the market’s honest verdict but of the filing fee, the genius decamping by the next tide to a freer and warmer shore; if you mean the law that arrives, faithful as the swallows, exactly one whole epoch too late—helmeted, plumed, and magnificently armed—to regulate the stagecoach—then certainly, my friends, I am against it. But—but, my friends—if, when you say regulation, you mean instead the humble steel guardrail upon the mountain road at midnight, the very thing you curse on the easy days and bless on your knees the one night the fog comes down; if you mean the brakes—for it is the brakes, and not the engine alone, that permit a sane man to drive fast and yet arrive alive—and the buttress, without which no cathedral was ever flung so high, but only in spite of which, but because of which; if you mean the meat inspector, who is the single homely reason a man may eat a sausage in this republic without first composing his last will and testament; if you mean the firebreak cut clean through the forest before the dry season of the burning, the smallpox cordon, the buoy that marks the channel, the rule of the road that lets ten thousand strangers hurtle past one another in the dark at fearful speed and arrive, by its quiet grace, every one of them home; if you mean the honest scale and the true weight, the reason a pound is a pound and a dollar a dollar from Natchez to Nome; if you mean the firm and decent wall between the counterfeit voice and the widow’s bank account, between the deepfaked candidate and the ballot box on the eve of the vote, between the loosed and loveless machine and the schoolyard it neither knows nor pities; if you mean the simple plank of law that says the strong shall not, in the gray dawn, feed the weak quietly into the furnace and sell the rising smoke as progress; if you mean, in the end, the one slender thread of trust without which no citizen will ever dare to use the marvelous thing at all—for where there is no rule there is no trust, and where there is no trust there is no commerce, and a miracle that no man dares to touch is no miracle, but only a handsome and expensive ghost—then certainly I am for it. This is my stand. I will not retreat from it. I will not compromise one inch of it.

We don’t hate the media enough.

I assume you’re referring to my son, Xavier, who has a tragic mental illness caused by the evil woke mind virus you push on vulnerable children. I love Xavier very much and hope he recovers. My daughters are Azure, Exa (she goes by Y) and Arcadia, and they do indeed love me very much.

Reflections on a middle class dinner under the Canadian Liberal regime. “Oil painting on canvas”, 2026

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The default society is not a high trust one. The default society is crabs in a bucket, corruption at every level and in every interaction that keeps you in constant vigilance and incapable of building good, effective and beautiful things. Western civilization took millennia to build and is being torn down within a century because of the concept that “all cultures are equal”.

> rockets are stupid > it won’t work, give up … > trillionaires should not exist!

Catholicism is beautiful.

The reason you leftists can’t land a rocket upright is because Elon stole the designs and hogged all the launch pads at Starbase.

Elon stole the rockets from poor people. 🤡

In his Summa Theologiae, St Thomas Aquinas laid out one of the most charitable yet practical arguments concerning immigration that effectively shaped the West for almost 1,000 years. 1. Immigration must always be proportionate so that foreigners can properly assimilate into the culture and mode of worship of the state. 2. Citizenship – and associated rights – should only ever be granted after the third generation to preserve the culture, mode of worship, and constitution of the state. 3. The common good of the citizens must remain the highest priority of the state, meaning, the state's obligation to provide aid to its neighbours can never be at the expense of the citizens. However, Aquinas ends with the sobering reminder that some peoples and states are incompatible with one another, and these must be held as "foes in perpetuity".

Canada’s been in a cleverly-hidden recession since before Covid. The media keeps lying about it. Voters keep voting for more. Serious question: what can be done?

What is a marriage? @briankeepsworth Great podcast. podcasts.apple.com/ca/podcas…

Elon vowed to kill the woke mind virus. Never bet against Elon. He will succeed. But ending a bad worldview is not enough. We must return to Christ. Never bet against the Catholic Church.

Elon’s enemies don’t love the poor, they hate the rich. If they loved the poor, they’d try to create something valuable like Elon did. The Catholic Church calls envy a sin for good reason.

Catholicism is beautiful.

Redistributing Elon’s wealth wouldn’t help the poor. If you did that, more dollars would simply be chasing the same number of products and services. The only thing that would change is that Elon’s companies would be wrecked. Money is a total fiction. Value matters.