If You’re Working, Why Are You Cheering for the VIP Floor?
I’m Justin Jest, and the VIP floor has always been a loyalty test—Trump in a luxury tux, Fortune Tower as the bouncer, and you in the line you keep paying for. They tell you, “We’re all in this together,” and then the satirical receipt reads like a corporate hostage note: they cut your overtime, they shut down your factories, they jack up your prescriptions, and they hand the rich more tax breaks.
And when you finally notice the “NO SACRIFICE / ALL PROFIT” deal, they immediately hand you the blame paperwork—like the problem is that you didn’t clap hard enough for the people living off your labor. If you’re working for a living, why are you cheering for the VIP floor?