Richies

In this life there are castes. At least, that?s what they used to call them. There are levels of people. There are people who are sure that they are ?better? than other people (hint: This is where those ?levels? come in).

The level I want to talk about today are the Superrich. The Megarich. The Insanely Spendy.

The difference between us and them is a yacht and a solid gold cell phone.

The difference between us and them is the complete lack of worry when getting money out of an ATM. When writing a check. When giving to the poor.

The difference between us and them is that when they want to make a splash they can pay to make that happen.

They?re so damn rich even their money is rich. They call it earning interest, I call it richer money.

And that?s okay. At some point the hyperrich just sort of dissolve into a world of drugs and toys and houses and vacations and they?re so busy not worrying that we do all of the worrying for them.

Congratulations richies. Really, congratulations. Between a rock star and a super-uber-bajillionaire (and his wife) I?m sure at some point you?ll wake up, call for your servant to tell you what time it is, then fall promptly back to sleep in the California Super King Master Bedroom in your 40?Room Mansion and sleep a little bit more soundly knowing that everyone looks fondly at your earnings statements.

While I?m obviously envious of the cash factor (let?s not kid ourselves), I?m curious more than anything. Most of the American Dream(tm) sold on television involves becoming rich but not actually being rich. The journey is better than the destination, no?

And those kids who ?just so happened? to be born rich? Well, they?re embarrassed and destined for ridicule on MTV?s Sweet Sixteen and they?ve got nothing to strive for except pulling that damned shiny spoon from their gullet. Which some work quite hard at removing while others damn near choke on it.

But ?tis the time for rememberance, and when you?re going to remember someone, don?t think of hard working bloggers, deserving mothers, strong families or good leaders. Don?t think of teachers or doctors or even lawyers, including some who fight the good fight and do not actually support a dorsal fin.

In essence, when it?s time to remember those who mattered most this year, the people who are the persons?think of the rich and the rock stars of the world. They will fight the good fight for us, they will make the donations we cannot, and they will aspire to have furniture that costs more than all of your worldly possessions combined.

As a great philosopher once said: ?Mo? Money, Mo? Problems.? And with those problems comes the ability to sit back, relax, and give it all away. To have your money bring you more money. To have people at your beck, your call, your whim.

America: Land of the Wealthy, The Wealthy Wanna-Be, and The Rest of Us.

Viva la richies!

She take my money, well I?m in need
Yeah she?s a triflin friend indeed