Trump Wins, 10 Billionaires Score Big: The Rich Get Richer — Who Are They?
Crony capitalism in full display: Ten of the world’s most decadently wealthy celebrate the “second coming” of their fiscal Messiah, their fortunes ballooning by a staggering $64 billion in a single day. Yes, ten individuals — a scant few holding wealth beyond comprehension — rejoice as their net worths soar to new heights.
Meanwhile, swaths of people worldwide scavenge for sustenance, living hand-to-mouth. But apparently, that’s just fine as long as these ten can pad their portfolios.
“Here’s another libtard that doesn’t understand money.” Spare me. I know the game. They live lavishly, sliding right past the taxman. I get it.
UnReAlIzEd CaPiTaL gAiNs… blah blah blah blow me. They leverage securities-based or asset-backed loans, positioning themselves above the fray — far from the struggling American.
There they sit, reclusive in some château in France or a villa on the Riviera, hosting lavish bacchanals, as recently evidenced by the charges or convictions of their affluent companions. There they sit, silently, peacefully, so long as BlackRock or Vanguard are satisfied by their exploitative profiteering. There they sit until the numbers don’t add up. Then, they Walk to Canossa, standing outside, nearly naked in a presumptuous yet feigned display of humility, begging the American public for a bailout.
But this isn’t about that. It’s not about a group that simply can’t get enough, who fulfill the words of Proverbs 30:15 to a tee:
“A freeloader (American greedy capitalists) has twin daughters named ‘Gimme’ and ‘Gimme more.’”
No, this isn’t about that. This is about ten so-called “self-made” moguls (and yes, I laugh at the thought) who, in a single day, bloated their net worth by $64 billion. So, who are they?
Who cares who they are? Joe Blow continues to suffer while these pricks rake in the dough. It’s the elephant in the room that keeps growing, crushing the dignity of the average worker.
Everywhere, families scrape by, hoping for Jesus to meet them at the checkout line, at the gas pump, or at the bank. But what’s that to mainstream media? They’re part of the problem, spotlighting how wonderful the top echelon’s day was at the stock market.
To put this in perspective, just the other day, I marveled. Capitalist-supporting Americans, in South Georgia, standing under the blazing sun, missing a workday, begging their local government for food assistance.
Why? Cue the Trumpeteers. “It’s Bidenomics.” No, it’s not a localized problem endemic to the current administration. Don’t be fooled by such a narrow outlook. It extends beyond that. It’s a bipartisan crisis, easily solved whenever cronyism is abolished.
But it won’t happen. Particularism — the prioritization of select interests over universal principles — rules supreme in our politics. No, in our American culture. We dissect the problem, find an angle beneficial to us or our group, and become ambassadors of our version of the solution. Divide and conquer.
It’s so ingrained in our collective mindset that we can’t see beyond. Because of this attitude, the short trip to the land of milk and honey becomes a 40-year wander in the desert, where we blame Moses, Aaron, Joshua, and everyone else instead of realizing that we can change everything.
That’s the sad irony: the path to change is within reach — we have to see past our factions and interests. But we prefer the comfort of finger-pointing, circling our wagons around our particular corner of ideology, each of us convinced that the other side needs to change.
Meanwhile, the elite laugh from their ivory towers, untouched by our battles, unshaken by the noise below. They know that as long as we stay divided, they remain secure, unfazed by the rancor they incite.
The real crisis isn’t just in the wealth they accumulate or the power they wield — it’s in the staggering apathy we have toward each other’s plight, the indifference we show to the suffering of those around us. As we languish in this desert of disillusionment, endlessly waiting for deliverance, we forget that salvation comes not from on high but from unity, action, and an honest look in the mirror.
Until we’re ready to abandon the tribalism and recognize the shared struggles of all Americans, we’ll keep wandering, wondering, and watching the same ten balloon their billions in a single day while the rest scramble for crumbs.
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