The Desolation of American Class
A few weeks ago I was in Southern Peru hang gliding with Steve Jobs. He started speaking about some charitable foundation - I wasn’t listening of course - when out of the blue Steve has the gall to ask me if I would consider contributing to this said foundation.
“Steve”, I said. “You can’t possibly expect me of all people to give money to the lazy population that the PC police delight in calling the poor and needy.”
The point of this little anecdote involving famous people that I’m sure none of you know personally is to simply express the constant demands of the world’s population on myself and my super rich brethren for handouts of all shapes and sizes. No matter where I travel in the world, I feel as if I am perpetually stuck in Times Square; dirty people are constantly asking me to give them money so they can make crack sandwiches and have another child they cannot support.
It’s terrible that a great portion of the population of the human race believes that I have some sort of moral imperative to “help them”. This demand has risen to such a pitch that even the likes of my now ex-friend Steve Jobs has deluded himself into thinking that he should not only contribute money to the the stupid and lazy, but that he should proselytize for them.
The world has gone sour humble reader, the world has gone sour and soon there will not even be lemonade to drink.
