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Ask a person of wealth, about his wealth and
most will say they've been blessed. I think most
would agree. Except me, of course. I'm under the
impression, it must be miserable to be rich. Think
about it. Ya have to have security wherever you go.
Your wife and kids are always at risk of being
kidnapped. If you are CEO of a major corporation,
you probably put in 12-14 hours a day, including
travel time and preparation. Overseas travel is
mandatory. Which is a pain in the ass, if done to
excess. The house, complete with security, fences,
and alarms is huge. Not to mention the taxes on a
joint that big. Your enemies, the people you stepped
on to get there, which are many, are always looking
to get your job. Your friends, which are few and far in
between, are usually friends because of your money,
wealth and power. In general, this just sounds like
sad way to live one's life...
I think maybe it's better to be slightly well off. In other
words, ya put in your eight hours, drive home, pull off
you shoes and head for the couch. The kids are
gone. They're out playing somewhere. The wife's car
pulls up in the drive way. She got off work early. I
think you catch my drift. All in all, I think most of us
wish for way more than we need or
can handle.
Can you imagine growing up as a child in a rich
household. I can't. No one home during the day.
The housekeeper/butler becomes your closest
friend. Role models are practically, non-existent.
Then, when you become a rebellious teenager, off
to military or boarding school. A place where you
get to hang out with other rebellious teenagers
with lots of money and a hankerin' for the wild, the
weird and the unusual. By the time you get to
adulthood, you are one twisted individual. Your into
hookers, gambling, bribes, extortion, a whole series
of things most average folk haven't a clue about.
As an adult, your just a adolescent mess.
Ya never grew up. Ya have a warped sense of
values, a twisted sense of hero worship and loyalty to
only one person...Yourself...You have no idea what
companionship is...only who and how, you can control
others. How to coerce folks, into doing what you
want them to do. You've never had anyone around to
tell ya what a great job your doing. So you crave
attention and congratulation. Hell, you're your biggest
fan. And shortcuts...Love shortcuts. The less work or
learning the better. Why put in the time? Let someone
else do all the hard work and take all the credit. Hell,
you're a hero, in your own mind. The only problem,
you don't see the world, the way the world really is.
You're snow blind.
You live in a world of the one percenters. People
who live a life of opulence and see the world
through rose colored glasses. But I have news for
you. You are imprisoned in a cage of greed and gold.
You will live your life never knowing true friendship.
Never knowing someone who would give up their life
for you. Someone who would die for you. Someone
who loves you more than their own life. And while you
run from town to town, basking in your counterfeit
glory, relishing the applause and wallowing in your
own praise, my I remind you, your time is short, your
term almost at an end. Our country will be better,
when you are gone. You're 72. Your life is slipping
away. Make peace with your Maker, Mr. Trump. For
when you awake on the other side, you may not like
who or what you find there...It must be hell to be you,
Mr. Trump. It must be Hell...
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