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Prepare to be captivated by an unforgettable tale!

In the kingdom of Stellantis, the morning of the great Investors’ Day arrived like a royal procession. At 6:30, I pulled into Deck 7 only to find the gates blocked by two full buses carrying the visiting court — escorted in to witness a carefully staged tale of prosperity.

Above them, the highest tower facing the great highway of I-75 bears a banner meant for all travelers to see: “America Made Us.” Words carved into the skyline like declarations of pride, meant to be seen from afar like a promise of belonging.

But inside the kingdom, the story feels different.

In the grand halls of glass and steel, the rulers speak in polished phrases of “family,” “unity,” and “connection.” Last year’s summer picnic was offered like a royal blessing or in some versions a sacrifice — a moment staged to bridge the castle and the fields. Yet in the work below, the distance only grows wider.

And still the proclamation echoes from the towers: “The customer comes first.” Yet in practice, only the wealthiest travelers of the realm are welcomed to the banquet, while working families and young villagers are slowly pushed beyond the gates, unable to afford entry into the very world they help build.

The builders of the kingdom — the hands that forge every carriage, every machine that keeps the realm moving — are treated as if they are replaceable. Even they are fined for not riding in the kingdom’s own carriages, while the cost of those same carriages climbs so high they become fit only for nobility.

So the workers, earning modest wages for demanding labor, are left to old carts and broken roads just to survive — carrying the weight of a kingdom that grows louder in its stories and colder in its treatment of those who sustain it.

This is the divide.

And nothing reveals it more sharply than the royal procession of investors arriving for another polished performance, while the very people who keep the kingdom alive are the ones squeezed hardest, priced out, and pushed further from the table with every passing season. At some point, even the most beautiful story cannot hide what the kingdom already knows — it stands only because the fields refuse to fall silent.