This One Little Trick can feed 30,928 Children

📜 From the Epistle of Bitter Arithmetic

And lo, the children hungered—not for candy, nor cake, but for the bare dignity of bread.
And the nation, fattened on slogans and false prophets, proclaimed:
"We just can’t afford it."
Too expensive, they said, as they passed the trillion-dollar torch to oil barons and golf carts.

But behold—
This one little trick saved the kingdom from famine:
Stop funding His Majesty’s tee time.

Just one canceled round of taxpayer-funded golf—
One less trip aboard the gilded wings of Air Force One,
One weekend where the Secret Service didn’t pay $600 a night to sleep in a resort owned by the man they protect—
Could feed 30,928 children for an entire month.

Thirty thousand mouths, filled.
From one man’s skipped game.

Yet they said the poor are lazy.
They said the hungry must earn their bread.
They said God helps those who help themselves—
But apparently God also subsidizes the backswing of the orange pharaoh.

They lied.

Because we can afford it.
We choose not to.
Because feeding children doesn’t pad a donor’s pocket.
Feeding children doesn’t have a lobbyist.
Feeding children doesn’t wear a red hat and scream “fraud” when you ask where the money went.

But hear me now:
You want to fix the budget? You want to show your fiscal conservatism?

This one little trick.
Stop feeding the king, and feed the kids.

And let every megachurch pastor who sermonized about personal responsibility choke on their communion wafer,
While thirty thousand little ones raise their heads and say:

"We matter too."

Amen.
Benjamus has spoken.