With a name like Evelyn, one tends to develop an acerbic wit.
Posted on 03/29/2011 8:57:23 PM PDT by Christus_Rex
Yes, tax the Super Rich. Tax them now. Before the other 99% rise up, trigger a new American Revolution, a meltdown and the Great Depression 2.
We know the Super Rich don’t care. Not about you. Nor the American public. They can’t see. Can’t hear. Stay trapped in their Forbes-400 bubble. An echo chamber that isolates them. They see the public as faceless workers, customers, taxpayers. See GOP power on the ascent. Reaganomics is back. Unions on the run. Clueless masses are easily manipulated.
Even Obama is secretly working with the GOP, will never touch his Super Rich donors. Yes, the Super-Rich Delusion is that powerful, infecting all America.
Here’s how one savvy insider who knows described this Super-Rich Delusion: “The top 1% live privileged lives, aren’t worried about much. Families vacation at the best resorts. Their big concerns are finding the best Pilates teacher, best masseuse, best surgeons, best private schools. They aren’t concerned with the underlying deterioration of America or the world, except in the abstract, because they aren’t directly affected by it. That’s not to say they aren’t sympathetic, aware, or don’t talk about the issues you bring up. They are largely concerned with protecting and enhancing their socio-economic positions, ensuring their families live well. And nothing you write about will change things.”
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Well, aren’t we the active bunch.
I know! Let’s go shopping!
The migraine is now just a numb, hangover-type feeling on the right side of my head and neck. No guarantees as to how “distant” it is.
The Royal Wedding didn’t help. It seems everywhere I turned on the channels, I was confronted with TALKING HEADS giving their opinions of the Royal Wedding.
*rowf*
You can take whomever you wish and go shopping without me. I prefer to do my shopping in the comfort of the Library, with furs, a fire, and a never-ending supply of Moselle.
(And a limitless credit card, thankyouverymuch!)
I wonder if Sion found a place to eat today, with the celebrations going on..
I could join ‘Face in the library. Bring extra wine.
Back from Fuddruckers, where the Boy Scouts were fetching and carrying and whatall for a fundraiser. Tom was baking and selling cookies, a very suitable task. A high school girls’ softball team came in as we were getting ready to leave, prompting a sudden assembly of Boy Scouts in one place ...
I looked at the pictures on the royal wedding thread. The dress was very pretty.
Of course. Shopping in the connected habitats of the Flying Castle is not as satisfying as the adventures we once had.
It is, in a word, too utilitarian. Everything's just too easy.
You can shop "On-Line", or call on the phone, (respecting the time zone differences please!), or even pop over to examine the merchandise in person.
Then you don't even have to schlep it home! Just tell them where to deliver it.
All this convenience kinda takes the fun out of it.
Besides, when all the space around you is conditioned, and you don't have a car to support, about all you need to buy is food. And that's just for variety. Basic food is pretty cheap, because what else are they gonna do with it?
So we sample the exotic cheeses, and the specialty wines, and we go to the little boutique restaurants.
And there's music, and the arts, and especially reading.
So where are the big ticket items?
Well, to be honest, most of them we don't need any more than a Tilapia needs a tricycle.
Come on up to the library with tilapia, and I’ll read you some selections from Evelyn Waugh, one inspiration for Anoreth’s Patented Attitude: “Imagine how desperately unpleasant I would be if I *weren’t* a Catholic!”
LOL! Exactly!
With a name like Evelyn, one tends to develop an acerbic wit.
I’ve rarely had a hangover, but “numb” wasn’t involved. More like a coliseum filled with death-metal bands — each not quite playing in a different key — competing for sonic dominance with assorted heavy artillery and military aircraft, whilst three platoons of highland dancers abuse the tin roof of my skull with their all-metal platform shoes.
Ouzo?
The inordinate wrath of the grapes, IIRC.
And they are still “stomping out the vintage” in your head.
What is Cobroxin?
I watched some of the footage, and what I saw was awesome. Every time Prince William’s right hand went up in salute, his Bride’s head went down. She was every bit the Princess.
I was impressed.
She IS a Future Queen.
(The migraine is back...)
(Hilfe!)
The metal band lyrics may have been from Steinbeck.
*ahem*
I had an UNCLE “Vivien.” We called him, “Uncle Viv.” I have NO CLUE which part of the “family he was from!” LOL!
Sounds French.
My Uncle Theophilus could probably sympathize.
Somwhow, my “committee” tells me to research this...
That I did. The famous (or not) Redmond "El Toreador." Popular with Microsoft and other techie crowds -- maybe not as much as the Indian restaurants (of which we have many), but plenty busy.
Didn't really see anything in the way of celebrations here in the Seattle area, but I don't get around much. Spent the last few days in conference rooms, but maybe cold, cloudy and wet put a damper on things.
If they're still celebrating in San Frisky on Sunday, I'll let you know.
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