Note he says "the wealth." What wealth does he mean?
(And don't forget, Joe Biden thinks that the government taking your money in the form of taxes is patriotic. )
So everyone, right now, get out your checkbooks. I want you to write a check to The U.S. Department of the Treasury. They say that "collecting taxes in a fair and consistent manner" is their core mission. You trust that, don't you? So make out the check for say, $1000 and sign it. Now get an envelope, put the check in it and seal it up. Address it (Department of the Treasury, 1500 Pennsylvania Avenue, NW, Washington, D.C. 20220) and put a stamp on it. Now walk to the nearest post office and drop it in the mailbox. Watch that envelope leave your hand. Remember, your hard-earned money is inside. Think about how many hours you had to work to make that $1000.
And now, know this...someone else will spend your money.
There now, don't you feel patriotic? (what, no?)
Anyway, we hear a lot about taxes, especially at election time. Tax cuts, tax credits, tax plans, tax benefits...all those percentages and numbers and wow, it can really get confusing, right? (okay, maybe it's just me.) So while I was strolling through the grocery store the other day I was pondering the whole mess and I think came up with an analogy...
Let's say you have this acquaintance. Let's call him Sam. In the past, Sam's been willing to lend a hand to neighbors and has even saved you in a bar fight. He's that sort of guy - seems to be a decent chap. So, one day, Sam shows up on your doorstep and you let him inside. "Hey," he says. "I have a membership to this awesome new store. I can get you stuff no one else can!"So Sam's just spreading the wealth. It's patriotic! It's good for everybody! (except, perhaps, you.)
"Um...okay. Sounds great," you say.
Sam takes a step toward you and pulls out a gun, aiming it at your head. "Give me money. NOW. You look hungry and I want to go buy you some food."
Naturally at this point, you're frightened and handing over your wallet. "Awesome!" Sam says. "This is going to be great. I'm going to take care of you."
A little while later, Sam returns, shopping bags in hand. You know that he is still armed, so you don't even try to resist him. You look in the bags and find only beets and peanut butter.
You say, "Hey, wait a minute! I hate beets...and I have a severe peanut allergy. You spent my money on things that I can't use!"
"Oh, no. You're wrong. I know what's best for you. Peanuts butter and beets." Sam says, taking out his gun again. "Give me some more money. I forgot to get you some milk."
"But I'm lactose intolerant!"
"Don't be silly," he says, pressing the muzzle of his gun against your temple. "I really do know what's best for you. Oh, and while you're at it, I want some extra money this time. I want to buy some steaks and beer for the homeless guy on the corner."