The trouble with life is there just isn’t any background music. Monday’s are always especially difficult, come in, sit down with a cup of Joe and then face an empty screen. I am so envious of all those talented people who sit down and make this look like child’s play, make it appear simple.
So what do we talk about?
The up’s and down’s of oil, no one cares right now. Politics’, I am sick of politics and my unguarded opinion is the political Gene-pool in this country, could stand a dose of Chlorine.
Last I heard they were holding a symposium on the Heartlands’ problems in some place like Chugwater, Wyoming. Cheney was spitting euphemisms out of the side of his mouth about, I like this guy and that guy, and you should too (If you know what is good for you).
Another group meeting at which there are several speeches, often a group discussion, a collection of opinions on a subject, a short discussion. Nothing is really resolved, and when the finger food disappears, they sneak outside for a quick smoke, fire up the bus and drive off.
I will bet you even money that the candidates are now glad to be looking at the end of all this. Think about it … In just a few short hours, it will be over with and they can go back to “telling us the truth.”
So for a refreshing change of pace, no doom and gloom, none of this the earth is rotting like a bad cantaloupe left outside in the mid-day sun, covered in flies. Today we will talk about something different. Let us take on the plight of those poor, often overlooked unfortunates in America these days that are experiencing hard times.
Let us talk about the rich.
You know who I am talking about here, the poor $435 lunch ticket, share the wealth bunch. They (the rich) are not doing all that well here lately. Did you know because of the current financial meltdown, the rich are being forced to cut back just like the rest of us? It has gotten so dire; that I hear they have temporarily gone back to regular mustard instead of that Gray Poupon stuff.
Yes, it is true.
Affluent brides to be, in Manhattan are swapping out the $1,000 centerpiece of peonies from New Zealand for $300 Netherlands hydrangeas. The Gordon Gekko’s types of Wall Street are now forced to purchase one $4,000 suit instead of five; things have suddenly gotten austere in the Big Apple. Women of a certain age, who used to have the option of a complete face lift have now had to resort to Botox Injections instead, which are much, much cheaper. Cosmetic surgery in this country is now estimated to be down as much as 50%.
America the land of opportunity, I have a degree in Liberal Arts, do you want fries with that? We have discovered to our dismay that our “Great Spenders are also very Bad Lenders.” Seemingly over night our philosophy has changed. Yesterday is a cancelled check. Today is cash on the line. Tomorrow is a promissory note which may or may not get paidl.
Pity the poor, poor rich.
The rich have to make choices now, should I continue the lease on the Christmas Villa in the south, or just find a suitable hotel? Will I be able to afford the subscription to Elite Traveler Magazine for the table on the Lear Jet or the Yacht this year. Can we still afford a crew of eighteen to have at our beck and call?
They have to make untold sacrifices just like the rest of us, why they cannot even afford the full band anymore, they are resorting to DJ’s (Sorry Radio Girl) at the weddings and bar mistfah’s (sp). Miniature cupcakes on Lucite tiers instead of the massive wedding cake.
A greatly pared down guest list, dollar pinching is everywhere! As hard as this is to believe, “some of us might not get invited to attend at all” it has gotten that bad.
Arab and European clients are still buying $25 million yachts, but the share of sales to Americans has dropped from 80% to 50%. Relegated to searching the boat yards for a good used 60’/80′ skiff is simply not American. The power shoppers are in the Arab Emirates, the Abdul Dubai Malls in the golden sand of the Persian Gulf. Neiman Marcus is a bargain store in this new age of less money. No more whole wardrobes, it is a $500 dress and make it last for the corporate executive’s wife in Houston.
Things have gotten so bad, they are more than likely switching over to the cheap Chardonnay, and I imagine we will at some time see these folks somewhere down the line, but for right now things on the other side of the coin will remain the same for us. All of us good, honorable soldiers in the legions of the less entitled.
We will still be drinking the yucky-green-stuff, sneezy, why-in-the-heck-is-the-room-spinning NyQuil for a cheap buzz purchased at the Dollar General Store on sale. Doing our level best to get a handle on life, with one broken handle, driving a beat up run-down fourteen year old Hoopie with a half-tank of fuel.
Now altogether …. Let’s hear it one time for the Rich In America …. Ready?
(One big collective sigh)
Now I know I feel better, I can face but one more Monday. Which is considerably less painful than licking my fingers and searching out an electrical outlet. I can now focus my energies on the important questions of life. Such as: “Is our planet the insane asylum for the Universe?” That would be a good start for a Monday right there.