I’m looking at people like Erika Kirk and I just have to laugh. We’ve reached peak superficiality where the primary qualification for "influence" is being a former Miss USA contestant—one of those brain-numbing displays of vanity that should’ve been booted off television decades ago. But of course, it wasn’t. Why? Because the guy who owned the whole Miss Universe circus, Donald Trump, knew exactly what sells in this country: shiny things, expensive suits, and the commodification of women.
It’s a capitalistic nightmare, plain and simple. We live in a society where your worth is calculated by your net worth and how well you can sell a luxury condo at the Corcoran Group. We worship the "hustle," the "brand," and the "look," while the actual soul of the country is rotting in the basement.
And don’t even get me started on the people calling this a "Christian nation." Give me a break. You can’t claim to follow the Bible while you’re busy bowing down to the golden calf of the 1%.
The Bible literally tells us: "For the Lord sees not as man sees: man looks on the outward appearance, but the Lord looks on the heart" (1 Samuel 16:7). But in America? If your heart doesn't have a high credit score and a filtered Instagram face, nobody cares. We’ve traded Matthew 6:24—which explicitly says you cannot serve both God and money—for a system that treats greed like a virtue and poverty like a sin.
It’s not "God-fearing." It’s a meritocracy of optics. It’s gross, it’s fake, and quite frankly, it’s exhausting.
Anyway, back to my "unsatisfactory" life according to the influencers.
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