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I laugh at the whole idea.

Paul Allen, Gordon Moore, Gates, Jobs, Wozniak, the homebrew computer club owns NFL teams, NBA franchises, 400 foot yachts,digital 75k sq foot homes and anything else they want.

hell they could take over the world by running a monopoly on the ownership of the operating systems and processors in 99% of all PC's sold worldwide...to the tune of 100s of billions in their pockets annually..

in fact we should be thankful they havent bought the NBA and NFL,fired Stern, Tagliabue and made all worldwide broadcasts digital over MSN and itunes exclusively...

wow that thought is strokeworthy



10 years ago I would never say this, but now, at my age having done and been through AND SEEN the tragedies/experiences of my peers, I can state: IT IS POSSIBLE TO HAVE TOO MUCH MONEY, from a personal/psychological health & wellbeing standpoint, and from the standpoint of not becoming a subtle, latent threat to others and society (like Michael Jackson.)

I say if a person has a net worth over 50 million dollars, they are at risk of turning into hopelessly corrupt, debauched, pathetic specimens who make themselves and others sick. I am not saying that such people dont exist at all income levels, but when a person literally has more money (and, in turn, TIME) than they know what to do with as far as spending it on themselves, well it's a dangerous situation....and no this is not a personal confession.

Take Paul Allen....what do you suppose this guy does with HIMSELF, all day? I have heard insane rumors and outrageous stories...same with the Google Boys...but more than rumors, I know and have known extremely wealthy people who indulge the most twisted, perverted, outrageous whims...way beyond having Cruise Ship sized Yachts and Fantasy Ranch/Homesteads the size of Rhode Island. I am talking about the personal, secret proclivities of the rich.

When I was 25-26, I'd come home from busting my ass and jerk off, sometimes to porn, often just to relieve stress. The filthy rich equivalent is to have several women in the house at anytime to do it for you....I have a friend in San Jose, dead-tech post modern house, 36 years old, bought and sold several online companies between 1998-2000, who now spends MUCH of his time getting to know what individual vagina's of ridiculously HOTT women feel like, what his dick looks like in their mouths, etc. He is hopelessly corrupt, I mean Brandon Iron-esque sex addiction.....it's fucking ridiculous. There's Horny and indulgence, and then there is evil Roman Emperor-reserved disgust...to be so rich as to afford (and acquire) several concubines whose sole purpose in life is to hang around your home, and whenever you get a hardon, to drop to their knees and blow you....well, it may be strokeworthy at first, but it gets pretty sick/old once you ask yourself the inevitable question "What's Next? What do I do now? For an Encore?" That's when you start imagining hiring Holly Randal AND HER HORSE for Private Shoots for your own personal "Domesticated Animal Kingdom" Video series....it's a slippery slope to hell....

I vowed a long time ago to indulge Jusssssst enough to be able, if I croaked tomorrow, t die with a smile on my face, but not so much as to become a respectable-on-the-outside version of the guy who walks into a porn shop in a raincoat and with vaseline all over his face, and asks in a low, breathy voice (with both hands in his pockets) "Hi, do you have.....the movie...."DEEEP.....SHEEP"?


I have already ranted enough about drugs in other posts, but that is the other aspect/pitfall for people with too much money who become bored/tired of the normal sensations/pleasures in life. I know a number of heroin/opiate addicted rich people who never leave the house....it's so sick it is strokeworthy initially (if it's a woman especially), and then downright fucking scary....
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