Unwell with Nothing on the Hotplate

I was cooking a meal on the stove. In my head, some things were forming. One was: "poor people deserve to be poor." Another was: "rich people deserve to be poor." And lastly: "neither deserves to be poor." So I sprung into action. I turned off the heat, served my meal, then, in a burst of inspiration, ate it. Something else formed in my head: "people are nice, but mostly mean." This was followed by: "people are people are people are people." I sneezed in my soup and threw it out.