If you try to save money by cooking at home, you walk into a grocery store where three massive conglomerates own every brand on the shelf and have colluded to raise baseline prices by 40% over three years.
If you try to cut costs by renting a modest apartment, you face corporate landlords using automated algorithmic software to artificially inflate rental rates across the entire city simultaneously.
If you try to opt out of car debt by using public transit, you realize municipal budgets were slashed to protect the auto industry, leaving you with zero reliable infrastructure to get to work.
You aren't making "poor financial decisions."
Every single alternative route to survival has been intentionally bought out, consolidated, and monetized to extract maximum profit from your baseline existence.
They don't want you to build wealth; they want you permanently trapped on a treadmill where every necessary life pivot just leads back to the exact same corporate ledger.
Growing up hearing βWikipedia isn't a valid sourceβ and then entering a workplace where people say βjust ask ChatGPTβ is a surprisingly strange timeline
To be clear: ICE shot and killed a man who was not their target. He had no criminal record, was seeking legal status, & was pushed off the road by unmarked cars.
Thereβs βno body cam footageβ, his family canβt recover his body, and the witnesses in his van have been detained.
another ice murder in broad daylight where they βtargeted the wrong personβ after they ram into his car w their unmarked rentals and then drive him off the road before shooting him. then they lie about the danger lorenzo posed. this is not a normal agency, itβs gestapo. wake up.
The son of the man shot and killed by ICE:
I am Ronaldo Salgado, the oldest son of Lorenzo Salgado Araujo. I want to tell you about my dad. He was a hardworking family man. Let me tell you about my father's last day alive with as much detail as possible. My dad got dressed, grabbed his lunch and coffee, hugged and kissed my mom goodbye, slipped on his hat for the day, loaded his lunch, his work boots, his coffee in his work van. He patted our dog on his head goodbye and drove off to pick up his crew for work. He should've been picking up the last of his guys before heading to finish up construction on some houses. 5 minutes later, unbeknownst to all of us, my dad had been shot inside his van by ICE agents in unmarked cars.