Philosophy and the One Big Beautiful Bill: Debt vs Property, Promise, and the Dead’s Silent Claim
The One Big Beautiful Bill: A PoemOur lives pass like shadows, despair takes root within us. We convince ourselves property is our natural right; that we can own the land here before us, remaining when we are gone. We guard it jealously, believing what we earn must remain ours alone. We charge our leaders with duty: to defend our lives, our liberty, our property. Yet to do so, we bury the unborn beneath our debt. One generation fades, another rises. The earth endures; we are dust, mere travelers through a brief season. We tax our days with worry and grief over troubles we might never see. We…
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