Poverty is a State of Mind, Not a State of Being
This post contains lethal doses of sarcasm if read irresponsibly.
When life gives you lemons, outsource the lemonade production to some rinky-dink third-world country where the horrors of the supply chain can be completely abstracted and out-of-sight to the average consumer, so they won’t confront any ethical dilemma whenever they buy your product at a grocery store, and you can feel comfortable raking in millions (if not billions) in profit while some poor kid earns $1/week while working 100 times harder than you, but you won’t feel the slightest bit of remorse because they are nothing but a number on a spreadsheet and capital to be expended in the pursuit of maximizing quarterly earnings, but… whatever, it doesn’t matter because you just posted something like “10 Ways Waking Up at 4 A.M. and Drinking 2 Glasses of Green Juice Has Made Me Insanely Focused During Board Meetings” for Inc. and it got 10 billion shares on LinkedIn from wannabe Gary Vee types, and then you went ahead and ordered a pizza with 24k-gold flakes and foie gras and truffles and caviar that cost $2,000 and had Uber Eats deliver it to your penthouse on the 34th story of your building somewhere on the Lower East Side and you take one bite and realize its actually disgusting and then you throw it off your balcony and it probably hit a pigeon that was flying by and you killed it but who honestly cares because piegons are stupid fucking birds anyway, then you stand on the edge overlooking the world that has become your port-a-potty and you wonder why you haven’t had a fulfilling romantic relationship since your high school girlfriend dumped you at prom but never returned the promise ring you gave her, and then you realize you need to have a Zoom chat with your lemon supplier because you need other people to make more lemonade.
Best run-on sentence I've read all day!