My guilt ended when Pakistan got 12 billion for gender studies. After that, they could give me all my money back and I wouldn’t be happy. (Not to mention all the other pork. That was just what came to mind.)I don't care who's name is on the bottom, as long as mine is in the line that says "payable to".
I felt weird the first time. Like I should donate it to charity. Then I drove down the road and into town, circled past all the section 8 housing and realized I donate to charity every time I get paid. Again, when I was picking up groceries and the folks ahead of me were buying crab legs and cases of Coke with their EBT card. My relatively short guilt trip ended there.
Feel free to send more gun money.