Eat the Rich, or Rich Flu

04 Oct, 2026

I prefer movies that give me a sense of dread. I'm sure there's some subconscious meaning as to why. Actually, I'm not just sure, I know the subconscious meaning why.

It's the reason why true crime docs are always the number one show or movie on Netflix. It's the reason why no matter how terrible or gross a horror movie is, there will always be an audience picking up a ticket for a theater seat. It's why news shows went from once a day, all-in, to a twenty-four streaming nightmarescape.

Catharsis. An outlet to fear and stress. A substitute for the scream we can't seem to struggle from our minds and lungs. A place to point and go, yes, that's exactly what I mean, that's exactly how it was, that's exactly how I felt, that's exactly what's haunting my mind.

Since 2020, we've witnessed vileness from the upper echelon. And the list seems to grow everyday. But what if the wealth, not lack of it but the overabundant access to it, somehow became the catalyst for the downfall of the displacement?

Earlier this week, as I was contemplating my next existential article, Hulu did something it actually gets spot on a nice percentage of the time, first swing: displayed a movie I felt compelled to click on.

Rich Flu.

A scifi drama where the tables of power and money get flipped at the market. Not just proverbially speaking, but actually also.

A few years from now, a self-consumed business woman gets the promotion and stock options of a lifetime. At an exclusive meeting at a remote artic outpost, an eccentric multi billionaire signs a large sum of his extensive fortune over to an elite group of employees from his many subsidiaries. Within hours, a mysterious and fatal illness sweeps across the world. The main symptom of the superflu. Wealth. Only those with assets in the millions or more contract the and die in agony, withing minutes of showing the telltale symptom. Glowing, florescent white teeth.

The newly minted rich woman and others like her, old money and new, behave the way you'd expect. She's selfish and self preservation knows no limit, even as loved ones sacrifice themselves to keep her safe and alive. At the end, she finds a new way to rebuild her power and wealth. Even after the end of the capitalist world, she's learned only one lesson: How to restart the process again.

This movie reminds me, as a loosely related concept only, of a comic book inspired by an infamous euphemism. Eat the rich.

"When the people shall have nothing more to eat, or no more bread, they will eat the rich."

The dread I felt wasn't from what happens to the rich people, but what if the rest of us are really waiting for this to happen. Are we really any better than them? Or are we just waiting for the tables to flip? Catharsis.

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