You know we live in trying times when Ivanka Trump can write a self-help book about her wistful childhood and not be kidding. What a sad and tough life it must have been growing up in an affluent Connecticut neighborhood, with no foot traffic, so you and your brothers had to get your security guards and maids to buy lemonade from your lemonade stand. It must have been so tough, Ivanka — I feel for you girl.
Since the beginning of trade, wealth, and class division, out of touch people have been muddying the waters of their less fortunate counterparts with hollow advice and ignorant assumptions. Thanks baby boomers — for telling me to just walk into that company, hand over my resume, and get a job “like I did 30 years ago!” And thanks billionaire CEO — for telling me that all I need to succeed is have a strong work ethic and a “get her done” attitude. I’m sure daddy’s small little investment of 10 million dollars to jump-start your career is neither here nor there.
The rift between the super rich and poor has been growing larger and larger for so long now, it’s hard to imagine getting through to anyone anymore. So what can we do? Complain about it on the internet, that’s what! Shouts out to all the old, rich, white men for believing in me! (HA JKJK)
