Cracked

“What some of us want—those who aren’t blinded by a lot of bullshit persiflage thrown up to mask the idea that rich folks want to keep their damn money—is for you to acknowledge that you couldn’t have made it in America without America.”

I found this statement to be the best in Stephen King’s recent diatribe.

And what, pray tell, is it that Mr. King thinks makes America, America? According to his essay he touts the equalization of income wrapped in a sash of fairness regarding income tax: rich people should pay more taxes because they are rich. This bears an eerie resemblance of “from each according to his ability, to each according to his need,” rather than what I understand to be essentially American: the right to one's own life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness; equal under the law.  

I’m afraid that in addition to many f-bombs, Mr. King has dropped the context.

I can't comment on the tax code itself, because let's face it . . . it's __________(insert Kingly adverb here) inscrutable. However, encouraging Americans to not only accept, but request that more eggs be forcibly extracted from the governed and put in the Big Basket of government just insures a nation of useless, runny, cracked eggs. And while I am aware that there are those who would try to convince me that you can’t make an omelet without first cracking a few eggs, I'd still prefer to eat my own hard-boiled egg rather than forced to consume a communal omelet, thank you anyway.