Dystopian Birthday: Goldman Sachs in Zohran’s New York

In Zohran's New York, a Goldman Sachs employee struggles with state-controlled meals, exorbitant tips, and a woke son's birthday amidst Mayor Mamdani's policies. Bourgeois values clash with dystopian reality.

Morning meal is sugar-free pea fiber from the state-run ZohranMart. I desire that I can provide my kid something much better– it’s his birthday. College has actually turned him really woke. He starts to talk me concerning my bourgeois values, so I alter the topic by asking which classes he has today.

State-Controlled Meals

“Please complete your acquisition on the display,” the salad-maker claims, with a smirk. The screen reveals 2 alternatives for pointer: five thousand dollars or ten thousand bucks. That’s greater than I make in a year at Goldman Sachs! I decrease.

A couple of shed hearts like me rest about, in our covered suits, looking blankly at flickering MacBook Airs. I look up at the familiar name of my when great firm: Goldman Sachs.

I head out for lunch at my favored bowl place, but in Zohran’s New York you don’t get to pick your healthy protein, base, 2 sides, and 3 sauces anymore. Currently the state picks a protein, base, one side, and one sauce for you. Today, my sauce is “tap water.”

I wish that I might provide my son something much better– it’s his birthday celebration. He begins to lecture me about my bourgeois values, so I alter the topic by asking which classes he has today.

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The Tip Crime

I most likely to take him to school in our vehicle, but then I keep in mind that Mayor Mamdani took all of our cars and trucks and melted them down to provide resources to apply his brutal Fast and Free Buses teaching. They claim that quickly also the subway will certainly be cost-free.

BEEP BEEP BEEP! An alarm goes off. “You have actually committed the criminal offense of not tipping one thousand per cent,” a robot voice intones. My heart sinks. Who will select my child up from school if I need to spend the evening in woke jail?

“Morning session is Communism and Zohran Researches. It’s the response I was anticipating, yet I do want he would certainly discover mathematics.

Who will choose my child up from college if I have to invest the evening in woke prison?