Can' t a Man Have a Biscuit?How To Make Todd Henderson Happier

The Todd Henderson contretemps (link; cf. link, link, link, etc.)  is really beginning to take on all the characteristics of a 500-car pile-up in the tule fog on Interstate Five.  I doubt I can add anything directly useful at this point (and I've quit trying to read it all) but I do have one suggestion on how Todd make himself happier: increase his charitable giving.  Aside from any intrinsic merit, a program of charitable giving would offer the instrumental satisfaction of taking money away from those roughnecks down at the Internal Revenue Service.  It would also give him a chance to show how redistributional dollars really should be spent.  And who knows, it might just possibly give him some personal satisfaction: make him feel plugged into his community, give him a generally better sense of self-worth.  Tithing: yes, I recommend tithing.   And none of this "Chicago Lyric Opera" or "historical society" stuff.  Think Salvation Army, or Little Sisters of the Poor.  A stint with a ladle at the soup kitchen might  help as well.

Afterthought:  In Bertrand Russell's Nightmares of Eminent People, there is a story about how Stalin dreams he dies and goes to Hell where Quakers feed him cocoa and read  him tracts.  Just sayin'.