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good question.
so what this fucker is trying to say is that if I work my ass off building a company and excel at what I do that there should be a cap on how much I’m allowed to make? If I work 70 hour weeks putting my blood, sweat, and tears into making and growing my company, then I should be stopped at some point and everything I SHOULD be making after that is taken from me because I’m some evil, greedy capitalist?
what you’re basically saying is that there should be a limit on the American dream.
I’m gonna say this very slowly and clearly.
FUCK.
THAT.
SHIT.
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you want maximum wage? then you break your ass and work off your balls(or ovaries) to make that wage. not demand it, cause that wont get you shit.
