No, this isn’t a book pitch. Keep your $2.99.*

Reader: I was born 54 years ago today. I want a present from you to celebrate this momentous occasion. And to repeat what is stated above, this isn’t a book pitch. The gift costs nothing. Yeah, it’s free…or, as they say in the Marketing business, “FREE!!!!!”  

I, Chris Maley, want you, the reader who is reading this blog post at this very nanosecond, to start using the phrase “rich white trash.” 

Incorporate “rich white trash” into your vocabulary. If enough folks say “rich white trash” it will become part of the vernacular. How beautiful this would be. You can help give me this free birthday present, reader. Yes, you.

Reader: my hope is that you play your own small part in making the words “rich white trash” a thing. I wish for you to see yourself as a molecule in the larger organism which is going to reduce the power that Rich White Trash holds over a majority much larger than them. 

Say it with me: rich white trash. Feels good, doesn’t it? Righteous, even.

Reader: don’t hate capitalism. Hate rich white trash instead, see where the vibe takes you.

Before going further, some clarification: the second two words of this phrase are not part of my vocabulary. While I verbalize all three words together, I do not say the second two on their own. I don’t judge struggling white folks, I myself am struggling. If lower-middle-class whites turn to white nationalism and blindly support trickle-down economics, then fuck ‘em. But financial issues, I empathize. Nice folks get my love, as a white person feeling it, too.  

To repeat, I do not use the second two words, but say all three regularly. You should catch the fever. Again: rich white trash. I even wrote a song. 

In NATO-Phonetic-Alphabet-speak, it’s “Romeo Whiskey Tango.” In Pig-Latin, “Ichrae Itewhae Ashtrae.” 

Income inequality and investor-centric economics are nothing but greed empowered, pissing on fellow humans just because, weaponizing thoughtlessness and privilege. Behaving like garbage. 

This time next year, my dream is that all the kids in their baggy pants and weird haircuts will be yelling “Rich white trash” as they go about doing whatever it is that the kids do in these modern times. (Though I am immature, it’s been a few years since I was one of the kids.) 

Speaking of these times, Summer of 2025, these times ain’t right, people. 

Those who are invested in this unequal and broken status quo we call a country are desperate for the citizenry to shut up. 

Along with overt fascists who tout Donald Trump’s intelligence while smirking, there are those moneyed folk who right now are muttering bullshit like, “Hmmm…this fascism issue is problematic. Better use some of Trump’s tax cuts to beef up my home security system…might have my money-guy research investing in the bullet industry, maybe the bazooka industry, as well…” 

Many in this second group, from their illogical, irrational behavior, seem angry at the country for continuing to press for details about Jeffrey Epstein’s client list. 

Go with me here: some well-off fella who proudly didn’t vote for Trump should support the release of the files, right? That guy should back making that vile evidence public, right? While taking care to block out and protect victims’ and innocent third parties mentioned, I mean.

When some well-off bro uses his speak-to-the-manager voice to express exasperation, I wonder. When he tells the Left to cool it, I wonder.

Okay, enough wondering. Again, my good reader, your birthday present to me…one…two…three… 

“Rich white trash.” 

Stand in front of the mirror and repeat it a bunch of times, why not? Get comfortable. Yell it as loud as you can. Fuck your landlord. He might be one of the people I’m talking about. Stand in your bathroom and yell like your name is Yelly McYellman, the Yelling Yellerperson. Do it for me. Please.

This time next year, in 2026 as I’m readying to turn 55, all the kids are going to be saying this cool term. Watch. 

The country turns 250 years old next summer. Time for true equality. #TaxTheRich 

* If you’re feeling so inclined, I won’t say no. My Amazon Author Page. I have two books in a dark comedy series and a sci-fi story available, also in paperback.
Earlier posts:
• The 1% need a tax increase. Their souls cry out for it.
• Are you in your twenties and wondering what’s up with your parents?
• A gigantic thank you, from me to Rush Limbaugh.
• World events since I released my first book.
• Open letter to a selfie of my drunk-ass self, taken on August 11th, 2001.

I write fiction and have two dark comedies available, Fearkiller (Volume 1) and Notes from Trillionaire Island: Fearkiller (Volume 2), as well as Revolutionizer Alpha, the first book in a sci-fi series. I also wrote a story about God. It was weird, but then I decided to make the story and its sequel free. And all of the sudden, it didn’t seem as weird. Writing about God is much less weird when you write about God without charging money for it. Here’s my professional site, my trade. Follow me on Medium.