"Voting for Trump when you're barely scraping by is like choosing a fox to guard the henhouse, then wondering why your eggs keep disappearing."
Ah, the perplexing paradox of comprehension seems to elude some individuals like a whimsical cat dodging a befuddled owner's grasp.
Despite the glaringly evident fiscal maneuvers benefiting the elite, there exists a segment of society seemingly entrenched in a blissful state of cognitive disarray.
One might envision them, clad in their ideological blinders, cheerfully dancing to the tune of the rich getting richer while their own pockets grow ever lighter.
As they squabble over tax thresholds like children bickering over candy, one cannot help but marvel at the bewildering spectacle of willful ignorance, where the absurdity of reality is outshone only by the fervor of their misplaced convictions.
Truly, a testament to the timeless adage: ignorance is bliss, and evidently, quite taxing indeed.
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