A taste of Americana: The Blue Plate Special was not only satisfying and nutritious, but for two bits… affordable.
But diners have since wandered away to the All You Can Eat buffet. Not because they were really hungry, but to eat more than they could fit on their plate while depriving others of the same.
Dietary justice isn’t about satisfying the hungry “From each according to his ability, to each according to his need” but punishing those who got for the pleasure of those who got not.
…which is the whole purpose of our gotcha tax code – to restore some mythical equality out of inequality by taxing unequally. But reams of tax code later, we are unequal still.
Even flattening the menu into a single rate, the rich (suckers) would still pay more for benefits they would never ever use, than those sopping-up those benefits… for which they could never hope to pay.
“Diversity (of color and culture but not of income) is our Strength” …or so goes the bumper sticker.
Equality used to mean equal treatment by the law not because of the law, including an ‘even-steven’ tax code. But if that is still our ideal, we are a long way from home.
Our Constitution’s Head Chefs believed everyone should pay the same. Not the same rate…
The same amount.
But their original recipe 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐈, 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐈𝐗’𝐬 “one tax fits all” was democratically overthrown by Marx and Engels’ 16th Amendment: Gourmet for me but not for thee.
Of course, if diners actually had to pay out of pocket for everything they ordered, they’d never drool over someone else’s plate.
But the sinful and the selfish want it all, someone to pay for it all, and the law to tilt the table their way. The purpose of the law then is to take what they could not obtain without the law, and provide what nature (and nature’s God) failed to supply. And in the process declare them morally justified.
“If righteousness comes by the Law, then Christ is dead in vain.”
Galatians 2:21
The ground is level at the foot of the cross.
Level Ground
We bless the Father and give the finger to our fellow man, then wonder why Dial A Prayer goes straight to voicemail.
Let’s Eat Grandma
Hold up on that blue haired buffet, we need a quick powwow with the shoot eating panda.
Not for rose. But what’s in a name?
What’s in a name? Would an overall’d farm lad straw hat and cap gun, sneak into a Saturday matinee double-play featuring Marion Morrison in Soggy Oatmeal followed by Not Jane Russell and the Rather Harmless Man?
Right Turn from the Left Lane 