There exists a particular breed of well-moisturized predator stalking the ruins of the American dream. Dressed in tailored linen, adorned with foundation-sponsored lanyards and sincerity-shaped lapel pins, they glide from keynote to keynote, murmuring words like “equity,” “impact,” and “community stakeholder engagement” with the precision of a Silicon Valley chatbot trained exclusively on TED Talks and NPR. These are the CEOs of compassion, the millionaires of misery—modern clergy of the nonprofit industrial complex, who have transformed human suffering into a sustainable business model.

In the stifling twilight of American health, the for-profit healthcare oligarchy looms—a cyclopean beast stalking every ward, every clinic, every pharmacy aisle with its insatiable maw. It is not merely a machine of commerce; it is the invisible architecture of suffering, an empire built on the bones of the vulnerable. From the prison infirmaries to suburban hospitals, from the insurance agents’ cubicles to the executive suites where profit gleams like gilded entrails, this leviathan extends its murky tendrils into every domain, twisting care into cash.