I’m not a billionaire. I’m barely a hundredaire.

But if I were, I wouldn’t be buying islands and planes and boats and supercars (well, maybe one supercar).

No, I’d be fucking Batman. No hungry school kids on my watch. No homeless vets.

Definitely not this new breed of rich. The over-capitalized, undertaxed, stock-obsessed Trump sniffers on display now.

How the hell did we get here? When did wealth become divorced from responsibility?

The post-war era saw the wealthy paying their share while the middle class thrived. Then came the 1980s, when greed became good and regulations became bad.

Tax cuts for the wealthy were sold as “job creation” while manufacturing disappeared overseas and unions were systematically dismantled.

The tech boom accelerated everything. Suddenly fortunes could be made overnight without producing anything tangible. Just apps, algorithms, and abstractions.

The financial sector ballooned into a casino economy where the house always wins and the rest of us fund the jackpots.

Now we worship billionaires like modern gods. We hang on their tweets, buy their self-help books, and defend their “right” to hoard more wealth than entire nations.

Meanwhile, teachers buy their own school supplies and veterans sleep in cars.

Getting out of this mess means reclaiming our collective sanity. When did firing nuclear scientists and air traffic controllers become cheaper than taxing the obscenely wealthy? We must stop electing politicians whose sole qualification is being rich.

But it also means changing our values. Success shouldn’t be measured by asset portfolios but by impact. How many lives improved? How many problems solved? How many kids fed?

If I ever hit it big, you won’t find me launching cars into space or building penis-shaped rockets. Because wealth without purpose is just hoarding with better marketing.

And don’t forget the cowl.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​