By Ken Sheetz
That question’s been banging around in my head as Elizabeth and I present the finale on June 14th of TrumpsFeverDream.com—our sci-fi satire series mocking Trump’s failed billionaire cabinet. Over the top? Not while the real world keeps out-satiring us.
Just recently, Donald Trump truthed that Joe Biden was “executed in 2020 and replaced with a robot.”
No joke. That’s not a fever dream we wrote—that’s a real post from our current felon U.S. president: read it yourself.
The rage. The demented delusion. The stupidity. It’s now White House policy.
Alternate Universe Trump Gets Neuralinked
Which brings me back to the question:
How did the rich get so mean and stupid?
🎥 Rich People Have Always Been Movie Villains
Hollywood figured it out early.
From Metropolis (1927), where the elite literally live above the working class in a dystopian tower, to Trading Places (1983), where Eddie Murphy’s street hustler schools two entitled Wall Street snobs, I could go on, but the message was clear:
The rich make awesome movie baddies.
And for all of film history, the class war was a one-way screen. The audience watched. The rich didn’t hear us booing.
📱 Then Social Media Handed the Audience a Microphone
Suddenly, the middle class could clap back in real time.
Billionaires went from mythic to meme-worthy.
Elon Musk got ratioed on Twitter over his $44 billion chaotic purchase of the platform.
Jeff Bezos got roasted for his superyacht dismantling a Dutch bridge.
Zuckerberg tried jiu-jitsu to reclaim cool points from the Metaverse’s underwhelming launch.
And Trump? He melted down in real-time as the left dogged his every early dementia sign.
The man rage-posts like a teenager on a Monster energy bender.
The internet laughed.
And the rich snapped.
🛋️ Rich People Need Therapy—Not Worship
Let’s be honest. The problem isn’t just money.
It’s what happens when people get rich before they get emotionally developed.
Too many billionaires are surrounded by yes-men, many from from birth, isolated from real feedback, and—let’s face it—never told “No” without it costing someone their job. That does something to the brain. It warps the soul. And it makes them allergic to humility.
That’s why when the richies got mocked by the internet for the first time ever, they didn’t evolve—they exploded.
Instead of learning how to be human, they started breaking democracy, buying media outlets, and backing strongmen like Trump.
They didn’t need more private jets.
They needed therapy.
They needed friends who weren’t afraid to say, “Dude, you’re acting like a Bond villain.”
Instead, they got Truth Social.
🎭 And Then Came the Comedy Club Guillotine
If the memes and mean Tweets didn’t break them, the monologues did.
Four nights week in an week out, the likes of Jimmy Kimmel, Stephen Colbert, Jimmy Fallon and Seth Meyers put billionaires on blast—with jokes so sharp they left bruises. Then add in the once a week barb’s from Stewart and Oliver and the rich got cooked.
The rich, once used to being envied, were now being roasted 24 /7.
Even their hobbies got dragged:
Space penis rockets? Check.
Crypto scams? Double check.
- Mega yachts? Triple check.
Burning billions on vanity media companies? Check, check, check, check.
And the ultimate punchline?
They paid for the rope.
Because when billionaires built Twitter, YouTube, and TikTok, they created the gallows for their own reputations.
🧨 So What Did the Rich Do?
I mean besides build doomsday bunkers and private armies.
The very same billionaire class that destroyed unions, shipped jobs overseas, and turned healthcare into a casino realized that if the middle class, some of whom have built empires on hating them, ever got truly united, it would be over for them.
The rich didn’t just get mad.
They got even.
They built MAGA.
Not alone—but with surgical precision, some help future fall guy Putin and rich evangelicals. They funded think tanks, media outlets, social media algorithms, and disinformation campaigns to turn working-class Americans against each other.
Instead of blaming billionaires for economic despair, now folks in red hats blame immigrants, Black Lives Matter, LGBTQ+ teens, and coastal elites who drink oat milk.
Divide and conquer, baby.
And it worked like an evil charm!
MAGA wasn’t just a cult—it was a class war psy-op.
The ultimate “F**k You” from the rich to the rest of us.
A rich that hates MAGA as much as the rest of us schmoes.
🧠 Rage Makes The Rich Stupid—Literally
According to research published in Current Directions in Psychological Science, anger hijacks your brain, impairing executive function, decision-making, and memory. Psychologists call it “affective aggression.” Let’s call it rage rot.
The more someone stews in anger, the more their brain shifts from rational thinking to primitive reflexes.
Think: fight, flight… or post.
So when billionaires stay angry on social media, guess what?
They get dumber.
They lose sight that they are creating Marie Antionette levels of hate that made Luigi more than a video game hero.
Trump is the rich’s poster child.
He’s not just wrong—he’s proudly wrong.
And he’s making the rich more hated than ever. DAILY
Rinse, rage, repeat.
And now for a shameless plug for a way to help cool down these politics of rage.
🎥 Enter “Summer Rules” — The Movie Hollywood Doesn’t Know It’s Dying For
Shameless plug alert!
Some films pitch themselves. This one? It doesn’t pitch—it growls.
Set in the raw, grief-soaked summer of 2002 before Bush twisted our pain in the Iraq War, Summer Rules drops us into the high-altitude heart of Montana’s Swan Mountains, where a killer mountain lion is the least dangerous thing on the trail because the hills are alive with White Supremacists.
At its core, it’s the story of two men—a Baptist billionaire cowboy, a nepo rancher baby with too much money and too little humility, and a Jewish liberal Wall Street stockbroker, a sharp-edged, self-made smartass who clawed his way out of a lower-middle-class upbringing. What unites them? Not politics. Not class. Just tragedy.
Both men lost loved ones on 9/11—a day when 2,977 people died, from janitors to CEOs, firefighters to financiers. That loss stripped away all illusions of class. We mourned together, rich to poor. Well, except for Trump who bragged the destruction of the WTC made one of his shitty building New York’s tallest.
The whole world mourned with us post 9/11.
Back then, summer 2020, the world still loved our Yankee asses.
Now? We’re led by an orange rage god and senators like Joni Ernst mocking our extinction:
“We’re all going to die.”
As if it’s a punchline.
We didn’t get here by accident.
COVID lies—paid for, amplified, and weaponized by the ultra-wealthy—broke us.
We’re angrier, sicker, and more divided than ever.
That’s why this screenplay matters.
🎯 Summer Rules Reminds Us Who We Were
Before MAGA.
Before social media rage loops.
Before the richest men on Earth used algorithms to turn working Americans into cannon fodder.
Summer Rules is more than a survival movie.
It’s a mirror to our better selves.
It says: Yes, we’re divided. But we used to know how to grieve together. We used to know how to climb out of the wreckage. We used to care.
I’ve written 12 screenplays.
But Summer Rules? That’s the one that howls—and heals.
If Succession, Yellowstone, and The Bear had a lovechild raised by Ari Aster and Judd Apatow… it’d wear hiking boots and answer to Summer Rules.
Studio execs: call before Netflix does.
Because this isn’t just a movie—it’s therapy for a broken country.
And maybe, just maybe, we can remember who we were before our rich built the hate machine that pissed them off enough to sick Trump on us.
Industry Pros email BuzzBroz@gmail.com for a read and our pitch deck.
