i look around and i get sad when i see people who get whatever they want, and i think about the amount of time they’ve spent on earth and how their accumulation of wealth is nauseatingly disproportionate

“there just ain’t enough time for that jerkoff to have made that kind of scratch without someone else’s help”

it’s like the fella said about rich kids: “some people are born on third base and go through life thinking they hit a triple”

yeah

i knew a couple of trustfunders once

what a bunch of fucking assholes

no sympathy, baby

sorry

I AM ENDING THIS LONELY DIATRIBE WITH A PASSAGE FROM THE FIRST CHAPTER OF ‘MOBY-DICK’:

And there is all the difference in the world between paying and being paid. The act of paying is perhaps the most uncomfortable infliction that the two orchard thieves entailed upon us. But being paid,—what will compare with it? The urbane activity with which a man receives money is really marvellous, considering that we so earnestly believe money to be the root of all earthly ills, and that on no account can a monied man enter heaven. Ah! how cheerfully we consign ourselves to perdition!

nobody on this planet should be wealthy

that’s what i think anyway

seeya