I want a pony.
There’s anecdotal evidence that a number of “poor” people live in some nice places (Section 8 rentals are not just in the ghetto), wear nice clothes, drive some nice vehicles like Lincoln Navigators (with wheel spinner accessories), yet they are officially in poverty.
I want a unicorn.
And some pie.
I am so sick of paying for these non-productive, selfish thugs.
But would you leave a “non-pony” country for a “pony” country? Thanks Seinfeld.