You think David Geffen and Robert Redford: “worked hard to get where they(sic) are.”? Redford... for years was a boy toy actor/stud to an old broad who paid his way (guess that IS hard work of a sort). Geffen... major queer, and uh, agents don’t work, they “take” a percentage. Now, Geffen as a manager— maybe so. But remember, he gifted the world with Joni Mitchell, who now resides in a hospital, with “fibers” under her skin and terminal emphysema.
The public, namely the United States, owns and has legal access to the area between the high and low tide waterlines. US citizens anyway. The “rich” should make arrangements on their private property to ensure their safety, and have guards with them if they want to cavort. This ain’t josef goebbels land of the elite. Nothing these people do gives special value to them. And now, this ain’t DU— cause DU believes and says what you say about these “more equal” pigs on the Animal Farm.
A white Washington, DC cop was always there when I was, and we both used the same equipment so we were always in each other's way and hated each others guts.
He never said a word to me and fumed silently while he waited for me to finish with equipment he was waiting to use. I always kept my eye on him.
One day when we were the only ones there he acted very different. He was all smiles and seemed to be SO HAPPY.
As I went through my workout he just sat and smiled and smiled.
Then, when I finished one exercise and sat down for a moment, he said to me "You know, I'm a DC cop."
"Yeah, I know," I said.
He smiled and smiled further, and then said, "I was assigned to protect Robert Redford at the National Press Club today.
"He's about five feet five--and he has a TERRIBLY broken out face."
I never saw anybody so happy. He smiled and smiled and repeated that to me several more times.
He wanted SO BADLY to tell someone else that he forgot our longtime mutual dislike for once.
By the next time we were both there we were back to our usual unfriendliness.