Children are a gift from God. In a world rigged against the little guy – where BlackRock and its ilk scoop up homes while families scrape by on shrinking paychecks – the laughter of a child can cut through the despair like sunlight through storm clouds. I’ve seen it in my own life, and I’ve heard it from neighbors drowning in inflation and taxes. That joy is universal, priceless, and utterly innocent. It doesn’t matter if you’re in a cramped apartment in Denver or a tent in Rafah; a child’s...



















