. . . there I was in County Sligo, Ireland. This is Yeats country - teeming with tranquil lakes, hallucinogenically green, I was staying in a castle/hotel. I should have been having the time of my life, but no. I was alive with hatred. Hatred for the hotel owner, a pear-shaped little snot in an ascot whose family, he swore, had owned the property since the actual dawn of time. But even more I hated all the rich morons swarming through this fucking castle.
They were pathetic. They all wore these tweedy, self-conscious little outfits, they all moved in that studied way of people who fancy themselves as elegant, they had greedy little eyes and chinless little faces, they talked with loud, self-important brays, their noses were perpetually out of joint and giant logs were shoved up their butts. They exuded the stench of entitlement.
"The thing is," I said to my friend, "they actually believe they're better than everyone else. And they're thrilled about it."
"I want to take my penis out right now," my friend whispered, "just casually flip it out." He was doing a magazine piece about several places like this and invited me along and here we were, sitting in a drawing room in front of a fire randomly hating everyone we saw.
"Do it, please do it," I said.
"I want some tea!" barked a rabbit-faced fuck to a scared teenager in a uniform.
"Yes sir, right away," said the teenager and scurried off.
"What an asshole," said my friend. "Okay, I'm gonna do it."
He stood up, pulled his shirttails out and secretly removed his penis and balls. Then he casually meandered around the room.
It was the most fun we had in Ireland. We got to the point where we would go to these fancy places, hang aroung in the kitchen with the help and hide at the sight of other guests.
Rich people are pompous. Rich people are deluded. Rich people have to tell you every moment of their lives how rich they are. Rich people are stingy, coldhearted, mean, cowardly, immoral, furtive, dishonest, arrogant, petty, backbiting, ruthless, and pointless.
Well, maybe some of them are okay. The ones who came by their money inadvertently by doing something they really like, andsome lost souls who inheriited money and give it to weird performance artists can possibly be alloed to live. But mainly they're a scourge.
And here's the thing: it's not their fault. Rich people would be perfectly fine if we would all just stop suching up to them.
We're all so busy trying to pry a little loose change out of them, trying to get them to buy this painting, that car, this precious little Ming vase. They really start thinking that maybe they are just too fabulous. And the more money they make, the more Porshes they buy, the more prople seem to adore them! Rich people desparately want to believe their own press, they need so severly to think they are one of the chosen. This is what turns then into monsters.
I know this rich Hollywood TV producer who decided that she wanted to be a singer. She decreed she would have a lounge act at a club. She wore lipstick an inch thick, a spangled tube top and chiffon harem pants, and croaked out Cole Porter numbers. It was a toss-up whether to watch her or kill yourself. But everyone who was in the TV business or who wanted to be in the TV business came to hear her. This includes every journalist in L.A., all of whom have sitcom pilot scripts in their glove compartments. So our canteuse got rave reviews and was told by everyone how incredible she was. But after a couple of nights the TV people left and the regular people arrived. And then ther overripe fruit started flying.
Now, this TV producer is an utter monster. But once she was a normal person, and there is still a normal person trapped in there somewhere. And this normal parson, like all normal people everywhere, is riddled with insecurity and self-loating. When people suck up to her, her ego is massaged, but here soul knows it's a con. Her soul knows we only like her for her money and her ability to get us jobs. This makes her hate us, then herself. This makes her feel empty and alone.
After they threw the fruit at her, the TV producer went out and bought herself a Ferrari and a beach house, then fired the entire staff of a TV show. Rich people only trust money.
I say we stop this sucking up and treat them with the contempt they deserve. They have all the money, what more do they fucking want? And if we treat them really, really terrbly, they'll really, really like us, and start showereing us with money! :silly:
