Venmo for the Empire

Brothers and sisters, when the people ask where the money went and the answer comes back as a hallway of lawyers, court limits, patriotic fog, and committees with names longer than a funeral bulletin, that is not accountability. That is receipt allergy dressed in a flag pin. The law-and-order crowd can preach clean government from the front pew, but somehow the collection plate keeps taking a side door.

Ordinary folks have to explain every potluck casserole, union-hall coffee can, and missing folding chair. But elite power wants mercy without confession, trust without books, and patriotism without a paper trail. If a public money channel needs three attorneys, two loopholes, and a procedural fog machine before anyone can say where the cash went, peace be with you — but I’m bringing an accountant, an usher, and a small exorcism.