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Fifty-Six: Trade Deficits: An Inside Job
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Want to talk trade deficits, imports, tariffs, manufacturing?
Let’s dispense with the bullshit:
Foreigners didn’t steal your job.
You weren’t taken advantage of by evil Mexicans .
You weren’t outsmarted by China.
You weren’t out-hustled by India.
You were betrayed—gutted from the inside—by your own country.
IT WAS AN INSIDE JOB!
American corporations didn’t lose a war. They committed treason.
They looked at you—your life, your labor, your family—and decided you were too expensive. Too demanding. Too human. A burden on their lifestyle.
So they cashed you in. Like a used car with too many miles.
THE MURDER ON THE PHONE WAS IN YOUR HOUSE THE WHOLE TIME!
You think some dude in a rice paddy undercut you?
No. It was a CEO in a penthouse with a calculator and a dead conscience.
It was the boardroom full of sociopaths who saw a 12-year-old working barefoot in a Cambodian sweatshop and said, “Perfect.”
You didn’t lose your job—you were sacrificed.
For stock prices. For dividends. For a bigger fucking yacht.
Who were the perpetrators?
One of them was the billionaire you elected that now sits in the Oval Office .
His cabinet is filled with 12 more of them. Billionaires. Men that sacrificed people like you and me to buy their 5th yacht.
And while your manufacturing town withered, your factory shut down, and your family scraped by, those same executives popped champagne, bought another mansion, and sent their kids to Ivy League schools with the money they saved by shipping your livelihood overseas.
And Congress? They were the pimps in the corner nodding along.
“Global trade,” they said. “Free markets,” they said.
What they meant was: bend over, America. We already got paid.
They sold you out like livestock. And you keep re-electing them like good little sheep.
Then came Trump—the orange mouthpiece for billionaire interests, pretending to be your savior.
He talks tough about China while he’s slurping down corporate cash and cutting taxes for the very bastards who killed your job in the first place.
He’s not a warrior. He’s a mascot. A bloated clown for the oligarchy.
And the worst part?
You bought it.
You waved the flag. You wore the hat.
You screamed “America First!” while getting stabbed in the goddamn back by your own.
This wasn’t globalization. This was domestic economic genocide.
And you weren’t the victim of some foreign enemy.
You were the casualty of capitalism gone rabid—of a system that chews up working people and wipes its ass with the Constitution.
So don’t cry about lost jobs. Don’t point at China.
Look in the mirror.
Look at your ballot.
Look at your boss.
That’s who did this.
And no, it’s not going to change—because no one’s lining up to work 14-hour days for crumbs while billionaires get richer for doing less than nothing.
So yeah—good luck, America.
You didn’t get robbed.
You got sold out. And now you’re too damn proud to admit it. And you’re trusting in the billionaire president surrounded by the billionaires who played you, thinking they will now save you.
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Let’s dispense with the bullshit:
Foreigners didn’t steal your job.
You weren’t taken advantage of by evil Mexicans .
You weren’t outsmarted by China.
You weren’t out-hustled by India.
You were betrayed—gutted from the inside—by your own country.
IT WAS AN INSIDE JOB!
American corporations didn’t lose a war. They committed treason.
They looked at you—your life, your labor, your family—and decided you were too expensive. Too demanding. Too human. A burden on their lifestyle.
So they cashed you in. Like a used car with too many miles.
THE MURDER ON THE PHONE WAS IN YOUR HOUSE THE WHOLE TIME!
You think some dude in a rice paddy undercut you?
No. It was a CEO in a penthouse with a calculator and a dead conscience.
It was the boardroom full of sociopaths who saw a 12-year-old working barefoot in a Cambodian sweatshop and said, “Perfect.”
You didn’t lose your job—you were sacrificed.
For stock prices. For dividends. For a bigger fucking yacht.
Who were the perpetrators?
One of them was the billionaire you elected that now sits in the Oval Office .
His cabinet is filled with 12 more of them. Billionaires. Men that sacrificed people like you and me to buy their 5th yacht.
And while your manufacturing town withered, your factory shut down, and your family scraped by, those same executives popped champagne, bought another mansion, and sent their kids to Ivy League schools with the money they saved by shipping your livelihood overseas.
And Congress? They were the pimps in the corner nodding along.
“Global trade,” they said. “Free markets,” they said.
What they meant was: bend over, America. We already got paid.
They sold you out like livestock. And you keep re-electing them like good little sheep.
Then came Trump—the orange mouthpiece for billionaire interests, pretending to be your savior.
He talks tough about China while he’s slurping down corporate cash and cutting taxes for the very bastards who killed your job in the first place.
He’s not a warrior. He’s a mascot. A bloated clown for the oligarchy.
And the worst part?
You bought it.
You waved the flag. You wore the hat.
You screamed “America First!” while getting stabbed in the goddamn back by your own.
This wasn’t globalization. This was domestic economic genocide.
And you weren’t the victim of some foreign enemy.
You were the casualty of capitalism gone rabid—of a system that chews up working people and wipes its ass with the Constitution.
So don’t cry about lost jobs. Don’t point at China.
Look in the mirror.
Look at your ballot.
Look at your boss.
That’s who did this.
And no, it’s not going to change—because no one’s lining up to work 14-hour days for crumbs while billionaires get richer for doing less than nothing.
So yeah—good luck, America.
You didn’t get robbed.
You got sold out. And now you’re too damn proud to admit it. And you’re trusting in the billionaire president surrounded by the billionaires who played you, thinking they will now save you.
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