THEY’RE LAUGHING AT YOU. AGAIN.
And so the machine churns on. The headlines scream about a “rebound.” They tell you the S&P 500 is rising, that the AI trade is attempting a “comeback,” that Wall Street is opening higher on “expectations” of a rate cut. What a load of absolute garbage. They are selling you a fantasy wrapped in a lie, and they think you’re dumb enough to buy it.
This isn’t a rebound. It’s a gasp. It’s the twitching of a corpse they’re pumping full of monetary formaldehyde, hoping to parade it around for one more holiday season before the stench becomes unbearable.
The Pathetic AI Savior Complex
Let’s talk about this “AI trade comeback led by Alphabet.” Comeback from what? A few bad weeks? The entire narrative is a farce, a desperate attempt to keep the bubble inflated with the latest shiny buzzword because the fundamentals of the actual economy, the one you and I live in, are rotting from the inside out. Artificial Intelligence is the new subprime mortgage, the new dot-com dream, the new Tulip mania. And they are packaging this digital snake oil and selling it to you as the cornerstone of a new bull market. It’s a joke.
Because while Alphabet’s stock gets a little bump, they are simultaneously perfecting systems designed to make your job, my job, and your children’s jobs obsolete. They are building the tools of our replacement while using the hype around those very tools to enrich themselves and their shareholders. And the media, their loyal lapdogs, report it as a positive development. A “comeback.” Disgusting.
But this isn’t about innovation. It has never been about innovation. It’s about narrative control. Because as long as they can keep the conversation focused on the magical potential of AI making everything better tomorrow, you might not notice that your grocery bill has doubled today, that your credit card debt is at an all-time high, or that your wages haven’t kept up with the real cost of living for fifty years. It’s a magic trick. Look at the shiny robot, don’t look at your empty wallet.
And what happens when this AI bubble bursts? And it will burst. Every speculative mania in history has ended the same way: with the insiders cashing out at the top and the retail investors—the regular people they lured in with promises of endless riches—holding the bag as it all comes crashing down. They will tell you nobody could have seen it coming. But I’m telling you right now. You can see it coming. It’s a freight train in the distance, and they’re telling you it’s the sound of progress.
THE FEDERAL RESERVE: ADDICTS AND DEALERS
But the AI story is just the sideshow. The main event, the real engine behind this pathetic little green blip on the screen, is the same old poison that has been killing the real economy for decades: the Federal Reserve. The headlines say it all: “Fed interest rate-cut expectations.” The market isn’t rising because companies are suddenly profitable or because the economy is strong. Of course not. That would be absurd. The market is rising because a handful of unelected bankers in a boardroom are whispering about turning the cheap money spigots back on.
The entire system is a drug addict, and the Fed is its dealer. For more than a decade, they’ve been pumping the market full of zero-interest-rate heroin. It created the biggest asset bubble in human history. It decoupled the stock market from reality entirely. But now, after a brief and utterly pathetic attempt to get clean by raising rates to combat the very inflation they caused, the addict is screaming for another fix. And the dealer is about to cave.
This is not strength. It’s weakness. It is a tacit admission that the entire US economy is a house of cards that cannot withstand even a mild breeze of normal interest rates. They can’t afford it. The government can’t afford the interest on its own monumental debt. Corporations that loaded up on cheap credit can’t afford it. So they have to cut. They have to go back to printing money, devaluing your savings, and pumping air into the bubble.
Because that’s the game. They create inflation through reckless monetary policy. Then, they pretend to fight it by raising rates, which crushes the working class and small businesses. Then, just as the system begins to crack, they pivot back to easy money, which sends stocks soaring and makes their rich friends even richer. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. And you are the one who gets washed out every single cycle.
A Tale of Two Thanksgivings
And the timing of it all is just a chef’s kiss of cynical cruelty. They are pushing this “rebound into the Thanksgiving holiday week” narrative. How utterly insulting. While millions of families are looking at the price of a turkey and having to make hard choices, the parasites on Wall Street are cheering because their digital numbers went up. They will be having their feasts, paid for by a system that extracts wealth from the bottom and funnels it directly to the top. Their paper wealth is built on the foundation of your real-world struggle.
They don’t care that the cost of housing is astronomical. They don’t care that a trip to the doctor can bankrupt you. They don’t care that you’re working two jobs just to stand still. All they care about is that the line on the graph goes up. That’s their scoreboard. And every point it gains is a point scored against you.
This is not an economy. It is a casino. A rigged casino where the house always wins because the house prints the money. They control the rules. They change the rules whenever they start to lose. And they have the nerve to call it the “free market.”
Do not fall for it. This little rally is fool’s gold. It is a trap designed to lure in the last bit of dumb money before they pull the rug out again. The structural problems haven’t gone away. The debt is still there, bigger than ever. The inflation is baked in. The geopolitical situation is a powder keg. And the belief that a handful of tech stocks and a promise of more fake money from the Fed can fix it all is dangerously insane.
So let them celebrate their pathetic rebound. Let them toast their paper gains. Because reality is coming for them. It’s coming for all of us. And when this everything-bubble finally implodes under the weight of its own corruption and lies, don’t let them tell you no one saw it coming. We’re screaming it from the rooftops. The only question is whether anyone is listening.
