Legal Disclaimer: This is a work of satirical commentary, protected under the First Amendment — which, last I checked, still covers calling out liars, grifters, and the rich assholes who write laws pretending to love “working Americans.” If you’re offended, congratulations — you’re probably on payroll at Turning Point USA or still think trickle-down economics involves actual water.

You ever notice how every time a Republican says “beautiful,” somebody’s about to get fucked?

The “Big Beautiful Bill” — Trump’s latest legislative love letter to bullshit — promises to “end taxes on overtime.” Sounds great, right? Cue the eagles, fireworks, and Toby Keith. Except — and here’s the kicker — it’s not really ending taxes. It’s ending your ability to tell when you’re getting screwed.

See, the “no tax on overtime” thing? That’s marketing. The actual law says: “We’ll only exempt half of your overtime pay. For some workers. Up to a cap. For a few years. And you still pay FICA, state, and local taxes. But hey, we’ll put ‘Freedom’ in the title!”

That’s like saying, “Free pizza for everyone!” — then showing up with a coupon for half a slice, gluten optional, expires Tuesday.

And it’s retroactive, too! So all the money you didn’t make working overtime earlier this year? Congrats — it’s still gone, but now you can feel patriotic about it.

Here’s what’s really going on: Trump’s goons couldn’t give a rat’s dehydrated ass about the working class. They just needed a shiny headline before the election. Something simple enough for Fox News to chant between MyPillow ads.

This isn’t economic relief. It’s economic cosplay.

Because who does it really help? Not the single mom working doubles at the diner — she doesn’t make enough to hit the deduction threshold. Not the guy pulling sixty hours a week at the plant — state and payroll taxes still eat his raise alive. No, this helps the corporate payroll departments and the campaign strategists who get to say, “We cut your taxes!” without admitting it’s about $1,400 a year — before inflation eats it.

And you know who doesn’t get jack shit? Anyone who’s salaried. Anyone on contract.

 Anyone working multiple jobs instead of overtime. Anyone in unions governed by other labor laws. In other words: anyone who doesn’t fit into the MAGA fantasy of the “real American worker” — white, male, exhausted, and too tired to read the fine print.

They’re turning labor policy into a fucking participation trophy for capitalism.

 “Work harder, sleep less, die sooner — but hey, Uncle Sam won’t tax twenty bucks of your extra shift!”

And of course, it expires in 2028 — right after the election cycle. Because this isn’t a reform. It’s a rental. A temporary high, like Adderall for a collapsing economy.

Meanwhile, the economists are screaming, “This will encourage fewer jobs!” The health experts are warning, “This will burn people out faster!” And Trump’s sitting there like a toddler with a crayon yelling, “It’s big and beautiful!”

Here’s the truth, folks: When politicians start talking about “rewarding hard work,” they don’t mean you. They mean their donors — the ones who profit when you’re too busy pulling double shifts to notice your rights evaporating.

This “no tax on overtime” scam isn’t about helping workers. It’s about convincing them that exhaustion is freedom and exploitation is patriotism. They took your overtime, taxed it, then gave half back and called it a gift.

The “Big Beautiful Bill”? It’s the same old con with a new coat of flag paint.

Because in Trump’s America, you can work yourself to death for a few extra bucks —

 but at least you won’t be taxed on the time you lost being alive.