Those who cry out that the government should 'do something' never

Host: The evening was still except for the low, continuous hum of the city below. From the 14th floor of a government office, the lights stretched endlessly, forming a grid of bureaucracy glowing against the dark — neat, geometric, efficient, and cold.

Rain had begun to fall again, soft and measured, tracing slow silver lines down the windowpane. Inside, Jack sat at a long oak table, papers spread before him like battle plans. Numbers, charts, policies — the language of civilization pretending to make sense.

Across from him, Jeeny stood by the window, her reflection layered over the skyline — half woman, half ghost. She turned slowly as he spoke.

Jack: “Thomas Sowell said, *‘Those who cry out that the government should “do