‘Although they constitute only 0.003% of the world’s population, billionaires hold 13% of the world’s total wealth.’ At least 13.8 billion dollars is the worth of President Trump’s cabinet. ‘Excluding Elon Musk, the net worth of Trump’s top appointees is estimated to exceed $460 billion, which includes other ultra-wealthy individuals beyond the core cabinet members.’

Public policy is often set by the wealthy and is designed to benefit them. This is not a new thing, but it is only getting worse. Poor people have the illusion of being part of the decision-making process. Richard Pryor spoke of the black man finally being a part of the television camera operation on popular white shows. When asked what his role was, he said he plugged the camera into the electrical outlet. So it goes with our government. We were told prices were going to go down, while they have steadily risen. We patiently await the tax cut revenue to trickle down to us so that we may all benefit from the government’s largesse. The Big Beautiful Bill cuts hundreds of millions of dollars from Medicaid, which many poor people benefit from and qualify for, due to not all of us being billionaires.

The number of billionaires has been rising exponentially. I wonder if cutting Medicaid to provide funds to give tax cuts to the wealthy has anything to do with it.

The middle class is shrinking exponentially. We have become the Story as old as time, of only two societal groups, rich and poor. Somehow, we love our rich leaders. They have the fairy dust sprinkled on them. Most of us are destined to be followers, and the billionaires must know what is best; after all, they are rich. We would buy their cryptocurrency if we had a job. It is like the television preacher with the private jet and several mansions who pleads for poor people to send God more money via his bank account. His many possessions illustrate how God loves him.

We want a hero, we need a hero. Someone, unlike us, and our meager fare. Someone who has their own jet with their name on it. A leader who will tell us that the immigrant is stealing our jobs. He informs us that the homeless and destitute are a drag on our economy. How can we have money to feed the poor children breakfast and lunch at school…they must work for their sustenance. The kids in Africa with their swollen bellies and hollow eyes will just have to die and decrease the world’s surplus population.

‘What a lovely evening,’ Mr. Billionaire said. ‘I especially enjoyed the cryptocurrency presentation,’ Mr. B said. ‘Well worth the price of admission and a bargain at $250 thousand a plate,’ Mr. B continued. ‘I think Junior will enjoy the Tennis Shoes with the President’s name on them,’ Mr. B laughed. ‘I like them so well I bought a pair for myself,’ Mr. B grinned.

‘Mr. B, will you be needing me anymore this evening? Hazel asked. ‘My feet are tired and I do not have fancy slippers like you do,’ Hazel observed. ‘Mr. B, did you really pay 250 thousand dollars for dinner at the White House,’ Hazel asked. ‘I could have fed you and the President for $100, and Rusty could have joined you,’ Hazel said with a shrug. ‘Rusty says the tennis shoes you bought for him do not fit, so I gave them to a homeless man who stays on the corner,’ Hazel informed Mr. B. ‘He said that the tennis shoes were an improvement since he was barefoot,’ Hazel winked.