The death in the United States right now for the super rich should be near 80% in my opinion. For one thing, I am not rich so I can’t just throw out numbers and make you all think that I am rich. If I were rich I would change my Estate to give away all but 20% of my nest egg to charity. The reason is that my children, while I want them to have everything I didn’t have while growing up, should also learn how to respect those things, and the only way learn that is to work for what they get. My oldest son already does, he’s 26 and married.
Take for instance Paris Hilton. Do you actually think that she’s ever mowed a lawn? Done her own laundry? Cleaned her bathroom including the toilet? I very much doubt it. And as for that show that she did, that “reality show” That was so far removed from reality that I got physically sick from watching just one episode of it, I really, really did.
And so what if her grandfather was Conrad Hilton and was worth $300 million, is that any reason for this little temptress has to flaunt her little titties at dinner parties for the other rich and famous people to look at? Doubtful.
And then there’s Athena Onassis, the last of the heiress to the great fortunes of that Greek dude. I say let her have a nice 20 million And give her sister the same and give the rest give all TO CHERATY. Mercy, there are so may blood suckers on that gravy train that it makes you sick to read about it. I first thought that this sweet little 19 year old was just going to renounce the name and go off with her horse riding boyfriend but now as of this year, she wants it ALL….billions and billions of dollars in skyscrapers, oil takers, islands and all sorts of things that this chick is never , ever going to use in her life time. And again, she’s been so privileged that she’s never had to have any real job having to do with any real labor. She didn’t do any planning to make that fortune so why should she have any claim to it? Blood?. Let her make her own empire. Shit, with 10% of his estimated ½ a trillion dollars I think she could do pretty good at something. “Horse Farm maybe” Shovel some shit lady, that will teach you some character and backbone.
The following is part of an email that I received from my great sister Dotty but it’s appropriate in this blog; something that the Paris Hilton’s of the world never experienced the:
To all the kids that survived the 1930's 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's please read on . . . . .. . .
First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant. They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes. Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints. We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking! As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags.
Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat. We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle. We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this. We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank Kool-Aid made with sugar, but we weren't overweight because, we were always playing outside… Good Lord!
We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the streetlights came on. No one was able to reach us all day. And we were O.K, really. We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem. We also built forts out of cardboard boxes, old washing machines mom’s favorite sheets or just about anything that could house two or three of us yet no one got herpes. We did not have Play station’s, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD's, no surround-sound, CD's or Ipods, no cell phones!, no personal computers , no Internet or chat rooms....... WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!
We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents. We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever. We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays. We made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not poke out very many eyes.We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them! Little League had tryouts and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment, imagine that!! The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of!! They actually sided with the law!
These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever! The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas. We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all without a bunch of councilors telling us that ‘we cal all be winners in life’…YUK!! If you are one of these people, congratulations. (thank you anonymous email person)
You might want to share this with others who have had the luck to grow up as kids before the lawyers and that government regulated so much of our lives “for our own good” gets a hold of this blog and asks me to retract some of it, or they just flat out delete my blog all together. And while you are at it, forward it to your kids so they will know how brave (and lucky) their parents were. Kind of makes you want to run through the house with scissors, doesn't it?!
I got off track just a little but my main point is that this country has been turning out in the past five decades a bunch of lazy, ungrateful, turds. About the Death tax, well, rich or not I will pay my fair share because I have earned the right to do so. And while some may think that I’m insensitive, I will say this; When a forty-five year old man wants a Scooby-doo lunch box for his birthday and just loves that lunch box all year around, and I call him mentally challenged. But then when a fifty-five year old man wants to throw every single 13 million illegal Mexican out of this country all at once, now he’s retarded. That would be a “Mexihunt” and while they’re still streaming over the border at record numbers we have retards working for us here in our Government. And they call me insensitive?
That’s the Lazlo Report for Sunday, January 7th 2007
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