So, you want a 70% tax rate on people richer than you’ll ever be?  Neat. Totes cool, even.

But it won’t cure what’s really bothering you, even if you take every dollar from the people you despise. It won’t.

Like it or not, there are people who are really good at life and there are people who will always struggle, no matter what. And no amount of centralized, globalized, authoritarian interventionism will ever erase that truth.

In the game of intellect there are people who are Olympic athletes and those who might trip and suffer a fatal head injury just walking to the refrigerator.

In academics, there are Usain Bolts and Sergei Bubka’s and there are people who burst aneurysms running an 18 minute mile. Or reducing even denominator fractions.

The hard truth of this life is that while every human soul is of equal worth and value before the Lord, we are unequal and unequally endowed by every other measure you can name. Some are short and fat. Some are tall and skinny. Some have beauty that could melt the poles and others are simply average. Some have wit, charisma, charm and ennui. Others fade into the backdrop of simply existing, subsisting and daily mundane routine.

What socialism suggests is that despite those inherent inequalities of ability and character and no matter how irresponsibly you’ve lived, or what a lazy, inattentive failure you’ve become, you deserve to be propped up, coddled, supported and bankrolled by another person somewhere who worked while you slept, studied while you partied, exercised while you slugged cheeseburgers and stayed at the office while you clocked out early at jobs you never worked hard enough to be prepared to do.

As much as it might feel like compassionate social justice to have the workaday poor elevated ever so slightly by robbing the achievers in life, imagine for a moment what a hellish prison a society becomes for people who worked and slaved and dedicated themselves to honing expertise and skill over a lifetime only to have those dreams and labors stripped away and given to the sluggard down the block.

Imagine the mental and emotional torture that must exist for the striving dreamers forced to live in a system that makes it impossible to succeed and punishes the very exercise and fulfillment of their talents and potential.

You want more? Do more. Be more. Dedicate yourself more deeply. Find a situation in any workplace anywhere and outwork, outwant and outpace every person on the team. Do it for years and don’t complain.”

You want more? Do more. Be more. Dedicate yourself more deeply. Find a situation in any workplace anywhere and outwork, outwant and outpace every person on the team. Do it for years and don’t complain. Recognize and transition to the better opportunity every time it comes along. Wash, rinse, repeat. And if and when you encounter success and decide you want to keep every bit of what you earned, remember the travesty of injustice it is to force the eagles of the world to be forever shackled with cinder blocks of laziness and stupidity and bad character of people they’ve never met, but are forced to support.

It’s the easiest thing in the world for a bartender from the Bronx to take out a social justice warrior’s license to steal based entirely in bad education and lingering feelings of inadequacy, deprivation and want that undoubtedly come from being young and unaccomplished in the richest city on the earth.

Having acquired the Bolshevist power to suggest a 70% tax bracket must be an awfully satisfying bit of sweet revenge for a girl who can’t even afford an apartment not paid for by a Congressional salary. But facts are facts.

America wasn’t founded on stealing one man’s bread to give to another and calling that success. It was built by people who cared, cried, sweated, applied, strained and dreamed hard enough to deserve every scrap of what the Land of Opportunity allowed them to become.

And if you believe there’s equivalency between that kind of effort and profound satisfaction and simply voting for someone who will rob your neighbor blind and put you both in the poor house, well….

You might be a millennial, a Communist, or both.