They can print money. As much as they want. Whenever they want. They never run out.

But you? You wake up at five in the morning. You stand in the cold waiting for a bus. You work until your feet ache and your hands crack. At the end of the month, they take a piece of what you earned.

They call it tax.

Think about that.

They can create money from nothing. You cannot. You pay for it with the only thing you have. Your life. One hour at a time.

A farmer grows food. The government takes a share. But the government could have simply printed the money to buy food. Why take from the farmer?

Because it was never about the money.

It is about the work. Your work. Your obedience. The fact that you showed up, did as you were told, and never asked why someone who can print money still demands yours.

A slave does not choose his labour. Neither do you. You choose between work or starvation, and you call that freedom.

他们可以随意印钞，想印多少就印多少，想什么时候印就什么时候印，永远不会缺钱。
但你呢?你每天早上五点就起床，在寒风中站着等公交车，工作到脚酸手皲裂，月底他们还要从你挣的钱里抽走一部分。
他们称之为税。
想想看。
他们可以凭空创造财富，而你做不到。你只能用你唯一拥有的东西你的生命来偿还这一切，一次只剩下一小时。
农民种粮食，政府从中抽取一部分。但政府完全可以印钞票来购买粮食，为什么要从农民那里拿钱呢?
因为这从来就与金钱无关。
关键在于工作。你的工作。你的服从。你按时到场，按照指示行事，却从未质疑过，一个能印钞票的人为什么还要索要你的钱。
奴隶无法选择自己的劳动，你也一样。你只能在工作和挨饿之间做出选择，而你却把这称为自由。