Some very telling quotes about not only the idolatry of riches but the cruel master that the god of riches is from a Salon piece reviewing a reality TV show. This is a wonderful piece of writing. It has a lyrical sense to it “night after night” that is some strange mixture between the Psalms, Ecclesiastes and the book of Amos. š
Money makes the world go ’round. Maybe that’s why we resent money so much. It controls our fates. It kicks us when we’re down. It makes us feel helpless, especially when we’re depressed and need a two-hour back massage, a custard-filled doughnut and a brand-new Lexus LX 570 to bring us happiness and fulfillment.
That’s why we Americans worship self-made billionaires. These are people who took revenge on money, bent it to their will, and now they disrespect it right to its face on a daily basis by wasting huge amounts of it on things they don’t really need.
No matter how much we pay lip service to the common good, we all secretly want to be like these billionaires and make money our own personal sniveling handservant. But until we come up with some brilliant product or book or scheme that we can promote on Facebook and tweet about and become instant trillionaires like everyone else who truly understands social networking tools, we’ll continue to be oppressed by that merciless dominatrix, the mighty dollar.
It’s so no-fair! Day after day, we sally forth to do money’s bidding and win her favor! Night after night we wonder if she’ll ever let us live in peace! And still, we can’t help daydreaming of being free to roam the world unafraid of credit cards and retirement goals, free to eat huge plates of overpriced food and have our idle bodies massaged by a team of highly trained minions, free to gloat and brag and swagger through this godforsaken world like only a disgustingly wealthy human can!
Finally, we’ll be able to give back to society, mostly by barreling around town in our luxury SUVs, blasting Dr. Dre and snorting cocaine until we bleed from our ears. When the cops hunt us down and throw us in the slammer and we pay some miserable thief of a lawyer to get us out of it, that’s when we’ll know we’re living the dream, at long last.
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Some very telling quotes about not only the idolatry of riches but the cruel master that the god of riches is from a Salon piece reviewing a reality TV show. This is a wonderful piece of writing. It has a lyrical sense to it “night after night” that is some strange mixture between the Psalms, Ecclesiastes and the book of Amos. š
Money makes the world go ’round. Maybe that’s why we resent money so much. It controls our fates. It kicks us when we’re down. It makes us feel helpless, especially when we’re depressed and need a two-hour back massage, a custard-filled doughnut and a brand-new Lexus LX 570 to bring us happiness and fulfillment.
That’s why we Americans worship self-made billionaires. These are people who took revenge on money, bent it to their will, and now they disrespect it right to its face on a daily basis by wasting huge amounts of it on things they don’t really need.
No matter how much we pay lip service to the common good, we all secretly want to be like these billionaires and make money our own personal sniveling handservant. But until we come up with some brilliant product or book or scheme that we can promote on Facebook and tweet about and become instant trillionaires like everyone else who truly understands social networking tools, we’ll continue to be oppressed by that merciless dominatrix, the mighty dollar.
It’s so no-fair! Day after day, we sally forth to do money’s bidding and win her favor! Night after night we wonder if she’ll ever let us live in peace! And still, we can’t help daydreaming of being free to roam the world unafraid of credit cards and retirement goals, free to eat huge plates of overpriced food and have our idle bodies massaged by a team of highly trained minions, free to gloat and brag and swagger through this godforsaken world like only a disgustingly wealthy human can!
Finally, we’ll be able to give back to society, mostly by barreling around town in our luxury SUVs, blasting Dr. Dre and snorting cocaine until we bleed from our ears. When the cops hunt us down and throw us in the slammer and we pay some miserable thief of a lawyer to get us out of it, that’s when we’ll know we’re living the dream, at long last.
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