Ro, you’re lying and you know it. You compared a man’s net worth to a country’s GDP. A balance sheet to a year of output. You went to Yale. You learned the difference between a stock and annual output flow. But being a politician and lawyer, you love to lie and gaslight the economic illiterates, it’s your entire business model. You want a 5% tax on Elon to fund free trade school for every American. Trade school costs $80B/yr, you can’t even fund a year. Elon doesn’t have $55B in cash. It’s stock. You know this. To pay, he sells roughly $70B of Tesla and SpaceX shares, and the sale itself gets taxed on top. SpaceX raised $75B at its IPO this morning at a $1.77 trillion valuation. Imagine him selling that amount every year. Ro isn’t taxing Elon. He’s taxing everyone who gas exposure to the market. Every pension fund and index fund on the planet gets wrecked. And given Ro, he’ll insider trade and short before the bill passes. And for what? To rip capital from the best allocator alive and hand it to the most incompetent institution in human history. Elon turned PayPal gains into Tesla and SpaceX: 120,000 jobs, launch costs down 90%, two industries that didn’t exist, a $1.77 trillion company from nothing. You’ve never built anything. You’ve never employed anyone. You’ve never created a dollar of value in your life. You collect a government salary and demand tribute from men who do what you can’t. Your machine spends $7 trillion a year and still runs a $1.8 trillion deficit. It loses up to $521 billion a year to fraud. More than your entire tax raises. The Department of Education went from $34 billion in 2000 to $268 billion in 2024. 8x the money. Reading scores at multi-decade lows. Trade schools still unfunded. You don’t lack money. You lack competence, and you want Elon to subsidize it. You haven’t donated your wealth. You haven’t moved into government housing. Empty your accounts first, Ro. Then preach. Elon’s options get taxed as ordinary income at the top rate when exercised. Over $500 billion in lifetime taxes, the largest tax stream from one human ever. You want $55 billion now in a way that craters the shares the $500 billion depends on. Your tax doesn’t raise money. It kills the companies, kills the jobs, kills the pensions, and torches a bigger check already in the mail. You’re the monkey in the middle, Ro. You can’t build. You can’t allocate. You can’t even count. So you eat from everyone else’s pie and call it fairness.

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Have you ever watched a horror movie with vampires? Not sexy vampires for middle aged dumpy wine aunts to masturbate to, but actual lore accurate vampires? The kind of movie where your grandfather is scratching at the window asking why you won't let him in, but there's something wrong with his eyes and the tone of his voice, and either that's not him, or worse yet, maybe it is him, but with everything that made him love you stripped away and replaced by insatiable hunger? The main character is never stupid enough to let him in, is he? It's always grandma. About halfway through the movie. And she's always the first to die, slaughtered the moment she opens that window, but almost everyone else sheltering in the house quickly, follows, leaving the protagonist and his scantily-dressed girlfriend to flee across the moors at night, pursued by the blood-hungry corpses of everyone else they ever loved. You've seen that movie, right? Well, I feel like I'm in that movie. It's not that I hate grandma. She's nice. Loves people. Bakes cookies. But she keeps trying to open the goddamned window. Every time I point out that some institution of our former society is being worn as a skinsuit by corrupt self-interest masquerading as socialism masquerading as compassion, there's always those guys who are shocked and betrayed that I attacked their beloved thing. No. Your beloved thing is gone. It doesn't matter what it did for you 30 years ago. It's not 30 years ago now. The soul of your beloved thing was eaten by a monster, and now it has become a monster itself. It doesn't matter whether I'm talking about the Catholic church, Christianity in general, the Republican party, the American Medical Association, the NRA, Disney, whatever. It's always the same. There's always the guy who is shocked, angry, and betrayed, because we're both supposed to be "right-wing", and here I am, attacking his beloved grandpa. I must be an evil nihilist straight from the bowels of reddit. But I am not trying to rob you. I am trying to help you. That is not your grandpa. That is a vampire. What's almost worse is that there are some guys who do, eventually, understand. After they yell at me a bit and call me a grandpa-hater or something. But the first thing they say, when they figure it out is... "Can't we save the skinsuit?" They're still hoping, on some level, that grandpa is still there. That there's a cure. That they can have their beloved institutions and traditions back. Well, I'm not hopeful. I mean, I can't say for sure whether they can or can't, but that's not important. That's the wrong question. We can't worry about saving Grandpa right now, because we have to save ourselves first. We have to survive the night. And if you're not willing to stake Grandpa through the heart for that, or, worse yet, if you try to stop the rest of us, yelling "Grandpa! Noooooooo!", grabbing at someone's wrist as he's trying to raise the big wooden mallet, then... Well, then you're not an enemy, but you are a liability. And so we have to put you in the back seat. We can't stop attacking Vampire Grandpa to spare your feelings. The hour is too late for us to listen to friends who can't tell the difference between us and the enemy.

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