We are beyond the point where the music will stop. In the last 15 years we have entered the full simulation. Short of a nuclear bomb going off on American soil,

We are beyond the point where the music will stop. In the last 15 years we have entered the full simulation. Short of a nuclear bomb going off on American soil, there is seemingly nothing that the upper class won't wish away with make-believe. When the class divide becomes great enough, the powerful can dictate reality. Something needs to tangibly get severely messed up for the emperor to admit he's not wearing clothes. Currency is not tangible enough, and there's plenty of room for people to escape with golden parachutes.