America might just have a new pastime. Forget baseball, folks, because the real national sport is just getting started: public accountability by blade. And let’s be honest, after a few decades of corporate America treating the rest of us like it’s Hunger Games, isn’t it only fair we get to flip the script?
Take the recent, and some might say karmically appropriate, demise of United Healthcare CEO Brian Johnson - an unfortunate victim of someone else’s pre-existing condition. That’s right, the man who turned denying claims into an Olympic event was, in the end, denied a claim for basic humanity. And what’s the collective response? A quiet, reverent moment of… oh, who are we kidding? The Internet went fucking feral.
The murder has sparked what historians are already calling the TikTok Revolution, where the hot new trend isn’t a dance move but bringing back the guillotine. If you’re still clutching your pearls over “cancel culture,” boy, do I have bad news for you. This is cancel culture with stakes and a basket.
Corporate Executives Meet Las Vegas Odds
Now, I know what you’re thinking: “Public execution? Isn’t that a bit medieval?” But let’s give it a modern twist. Picture it: a high-stakes reality TV show where America’s most detested oligarchs face the music. Call it “Cutthroat Capitalism.” Each week, a jury of laid-off factory workers and underpaid nurses decide which CEO deserves to meet Madame Guillotine. The twist? Vegas odds. Gamblers can place bets not just on who gets the chop but how far the head flies. You thought March Madness was thrilling? Wait until you see CEO Drop Pool 2024.
Here’s where we can really take a page from George Carlin. Forget pay-per-view boxing. I’m talking about pay-per-head. Imagine the revenue potential! We could finally solve student debt and still have enough left over to put universal healthcare on the menu. Think of it as poetic justice: health insurance profits funding the system they spent decades breaking. Johnson’s ghost might even applaud.
The Guillotine Goes Digital
But why stop there? This is America; we innovate. Bring the guillotine to the 21st century. I’m talking about live-streamed events where the audience gets to vote in real-time. Think Twitch meets the French Revolution. One big red button labeled “Off with his head!” And for the tech bros out there, let’s toss in some NFTs— Neck-Free Tokens - to commemorate the occasion.
Of course, it’s not all fun and games. We’d need strict rules. For instance, CEOs only qualify if their greed demonstrably ruined lives. No jaywalkers or low-level scammers; this is high-stakes accountability theater. The type of justice that says, “If you outsource 10,000 jobs while hoarding your yacht fleet, the least you can do is kneel before the people.”
Satire? Sure. But Look Around.
Now, before you accuse me of condoning violence (heaven forbid), let’s take a moment to remember this is all satire. A fun little thought experiment about what might happen if the bottom 99% finally got sick of playing defense. The guillotine is a metaphor… mostly. But consider the symbolism. It’s not a blade (I mean, of course it is, but think metaphorically) — it’s a reset button. A way of saying, “We’re done living under the thumb of people who treat us like spreadsheets instead of souls.”
And who knows? Maybe public accountability doesn’t need to involve beheadings. Perhaps we could settle for sending a few billionaires to live on minimum wage for a year. But then again, watching them flail at Walmart registers doesn’t quite carry the same dramatic flair as a blade glinting in the sun.
So, to Brian Johnson and all the other architects of human misery: rest in pieces, my guy. And to the rest of us: remember, a little dark humor goes a long way — especially when it’s aimed at people who think they’re untouchable.
Vive la révolution, America. Let the games begin.
This satirical piece is an extreme commentary on the vast inequities in society and uses humor to highlight the absurdity of the current system. Remember: satire is about pushing boundaries, and punching up, not punching down, and not literal guillotines...probably.
He died doing what he loved.
Brilliant, simply brilliant!