When I’m Rich Enough
By many people’s standards I’m quite wealthy, one of the Rich that they want to enslave for the subsistence of the less- and non-productive. I’m not, however truly one of the “Rich People” despite my income and the material comforts it brings. I can’t buy and/or do anything that pleases me.
If and when I’m rich enough to do utterly as I please, insofar as housing and spending is concerned, I’m going to do this:
Someday, If I Can Swing It, I’m Going To Have One Of These
Yes, as foolish and seemingly wasteful as it seems, I want to install a slide that in my home – if I don’t chuck it all in and move my family into a ger somewhere – yes, my wives would cheerfully agree to that.
Ger is the Mongolian term for their felt tents. If in their presence, call then yurts at your own peril. Their past “dealings” with the Ottomans and Russians have left them sensitive to that word.
That’s the true boon of significant material wealth. It’s not just that you can afford such foolish luxuries; it’s that few will look at you too askance for indulging in them.
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