God Make Me MAYOR 2 - The Inheritor Mayoral Candidate: Go Home, Go back to your factory

In our previous article, we drew a roadmap regarding which candidate would be more beneficial to society by considering the physical and biological conditions between "farmed sea bream" and "wild sea bream."

I hope we succeeded, and that our people will not lean toward the tasteless, saltless, protein-deficient farmed sea bream.

They should go after the sea bream that is "Agile, Fast, Sharp-Tongued, Sharp-Toothed, and Organic."

In this article, let us take a brief look at the "INHERITOR" candidates.

They get involved in politics for pleasure as if they have nothing better to do.

They put the future of society at risk for their personal ambitions.

They are concerned with how to smuggle more assets to foreign countries where they have already transferred all their wealth, while sinking the citizen's ship.

They think we don't know that all their assets here are under leasing (long-term rental) agreements.

They think we don't understand that they don't even buy the pins they acquire, but rent them.

They think we don't know that they don't own a single pebble in their own country.

They think we don't know that their factory lands and machinery are both subsidized and mortgaged.

They think we don't know that while they are rolling dice in a casino, borrowing with dollars and blank promissory notes, they deduct even the daily wage of their worker from their salary on the day their child is rushed to the emergency room.

Anyway,

It must be that bossing around only their factory workers with their fathers' money is no longer satisfying, so they are pulling all sorts of tricks to:

Become the masters of society,

Expand their companies,

Open their lands for zoning,

Pass business to their friends,

Benefit more from state subsidies,

Direct the last penny of the poor toward their own side,

And turn the Municipality into their own farm, taking the citizens back to the pre-French Revolution era.

These rich kids, who hug and kiss the workers they don't treat as human beings, whom they de-unionize, push around, and scold when they ask for a salary raise or for their children's education expenses to be covered, only to then rush to the bathhouse to be disinfected with French shampoos and a scrub made from goat hair grown at an altitude of over two thousand meters on Everest,

Have never seen a poor person in their lives.

They think everyone is as full as they are.

They have never studied.

They have never experienced exam anxiety.

They don't know mathematics.

They study at a paid university and think they passed the exam and the course.

They have never worked a day in their lives.

They think going to the shop left by their grandfathers is "working."

When they have third-rate thugs settle the score for the beating they took from neighborhood kids, they think they settled the score themselves.

They have never earned money in their lives.

They think they earned the money in their pockets themselves.

They live in a fantasy world.

They cannot contribute an inch to the added value created by their grandfathers with equity capital.

They reinvest a significant portion of it back into the place where they received subsidies through the back door, and think the investment they made with the rest was done by them.

They think we don't know or understand them either.

They see their grandfathers' employees, whom they considered colleagues, as slave-like entities, and think we don't know that they barely know they are human beings.

These inheritors think it is a profit to take their grandfathers' workers—who used to put pocket money in the pockets of employees going to military service—to labor court and send them to the military without severance pay.

They think the citizens will believe the tall tales they tell in front of rich kids.

When they become a deputy from one party and immediately drift to another, they think the nation doesn't realize it's being treated like a fool.

They think the nation believes their fake smiles.

We are about to enter the final stretch for the municipal elections.

There are as many mayoral candidates as I can count.

Therefore, do not look at what is said, the advertisements, or the promises.

Look at the life stories of the candidates,

Look at their topology and facial features,

This way,

You will easily understand who will serve you and who will serve others,

Who will transfer resources to your city and who will transfer them to their cronies,

Who will get subsidies for your city and who will get them for their companies.

Stay away from the "INHERITORS" who focus on the last penny in our pockets, who have their eyes on our last green space, and who see our parks as land to be handed over to TOKİ, just as a Spanish bull sees a red cape.

Cast your vote accordingly.

It may be your last chance to prevent your rights, which remain in the public treasury even if only a little, from being stolen.