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Capitalism, Free Enterprise & Greed

By: BOSTONFICTIONWRITER



Money, money, money, money, money, money, money.

Dough, cash, bucks, scratch, dollars, pesos, script, moolah, marigolds, macaroni, bacon, bread, greenbacks, coin, smackers, C-notes, yards, Benjamins, sawbuck, double sawbuck, fin, cabbage, clams, bills, and wad, whatever you call it and by now you know it, I'm writing about money. We all want it but so few of us get it, have it, and keep it.

Obtaining more money is the most common, yet, elusive dream we have. We all dream about having more money, spending more money, saving more money, and winning money. I dare say, especially with the older crowd, those of you over 40-years-old and especially those of you who are working on your second marriages, that love is second to money on our wish list with sex a distant third.

You don't believe me? Go take your own unofficial poll and unless you're polling a bunch of romantics or a bunch of sexual perverts, money wins every time. Whoever said you can't buy love with money is wrong. Money will buy plenty of love just ask Donald Trump, Hugh Hefner, and Michael Douglas. Seriously, what young woman would date those old geezers, if they weren't rich and loaded with money. Moreover, we all know you can buy sex with money, just ask any prostitute or call girl and any John.

Yet, without money, you can't romance that sweet, young thing that has caught your eye. Without money, you can't take her out to the movies or to dinner or whisk her away for a fabulous weekend somewhere tropical. Without money, you can't buy her that big diamond engagement ring, put a down payment on that dream house that she loves, and buy her a new car that she has to have to go to bed with your sorry ass.

Without having money in your pocket and money in the bank, in our society of unabashed green greed, political power, and influential influence, all encouraged by how much money you are willing to contribute to political campaigns and grease the greedy hands of politicians, sorry, I mean, public servants, you're nothing and no one. Without money, you're one of the millions of the invisible and silent middle class, who are too busy watching television and stuffing themselves fat with food than being involved in the process of trying to change the unfairness of our caste system. If only the power of the middle class banded together to boycott everything, especially the high cost of gas and oil, food prices, and prescription drugs, we'd be a much happier group. 

Only, I can't write a review/essay about money without paying homage to those who have made this country, hated the world over, I mean, of course, what it is today with their unprecedented greed, sorry, I meant to write, wealth. Had John D. Rockefeller of Standard Oil lived today, he'd be worth an estimated 200 billion dollars. Sure, he'd be really old and creepy looking, but I'm sure another Anna Nicole Smith look-a-like would find him and his money very attractive and irresistible enough to want to marry him.

If Andrew Carnegie of Pittsburg Steel was still hanging around today, he'd be worth an estimated 120 billion dollars. If Cornelius Vanderbilt of steamships and railroads fame still lived, he'd be worth more than 100 billion in today's dollars. John Jacob Astor made his fortune in the fur trade and if he lived today, he'd be worth 85 billion dollars. 

Then, there's our more modern day billionaires, Bill Gates III of Microsoft is worth an estimated 60 billion dollars. They say, by the time Mr. Gates reaches the age of 65, he may be the world's first trillionaire. Now, that's a lot of Windows, Word for Windows, and Excel spreadsheet software. I wish I had the opportunity to plunk down a thousand dollars, as my personal investment, when he started his company. With the spiraling upward market valuation, all the stock splits, and dividends reinvested, it'd be worth a million dollars today.

Next on the list is Larry Ellison of Oracle worth an estimated 55 billion dollars. Warren Buffet of Berkshire Hathaway is worth an estimated 50 to 60 billion dollars. Paul Allen co-founder of Microsoft is worth an estimated 30 billion dollars. Had Sam Walton of Wal-Mart survived and was still around today, his fortune intact and not divided between his heirs, his wealth today would be more than 100 billion dollars. 

I report their wealth as estimations because the paper value fluctuates so much with the market condition. One day it's up and the next day it's down. Warren Buffet and Bill Gates, along with Carlos Slim Helu from Mexico, continue to change places, depending upon what's happening in the world market place, and had Mr. Buffet not donated 40 billion to Bill and Melinda's foundation, that is dedicated to improving world health and educating children, he'd be worth closer to 100 billion dollars today. Their gains and losses are all paper gains and losses, anyway, which is why it's so difficult to estimate their wealth. 

These people, all white Caucasian older men by the way, except for Carlos, are what free enterprise is all about, white Caucasian older men. Unless you're a woman or a minority, go ahead, stand tall, puff out your chest and take a big breath of polluted air, while digging deep in your pocket for an extra sixty dollars to fill your tank with gas this week.

"Easy there, if breathing in dirty air doesn't kill you, that coughing, gagging, and hacking will, once you see your gasoline bills this summer."

Only, as an American, I don't feel especially free or enterprising. Certainly, working paycheck to paycheck, I don't feel particularly greedy. What I don't feel is invested in the financial security of this country. I feel disenfranchised and not part of the success that includes so few and rejects so many.

Matter of fact, now that I think about it, when it comes to money and making money, I'm worse off now than I was ten years ago, twenty years ago, even. That's such a sad state of affairs. Isn't it? What have I worked for all these years? If I feel anything, I feel used, abused, and beaten down. God bless America, but the rich get richer in this country and the disparity between the top wealthy one percent and the rest of us has broadened the gap, since you know who took office and I'm not talking about President Obama, that's for sure.

No longer will one paycheck per household carry a family. It's imperative that both spouses work full-time. No longer can everyone afford a house. What is guaranteed is that all of us will be in serious debt with all of us teetering on the edge of financial disaster should we suffer any small emergency.

If student loans don't sink us, then credit card debt will. Now, the new one that's pushing families into bankruptcy is adjustable rate mortgages. Who was the greedy genius that came up with that idea? As the banks all propose and want you to believe that it's for the customers' convenience, adjustable rate mortgages certainly wasn't for the benefit of the average consumer.

Let's face it, our country is not about freedom of choice or democracy, it's about money and either you got it or you don't. Chances are you're like the rest of us. You don't got it. If you had money, you wouldn't be sitting here reading this review/essay, you'd be in the Caribbean getting tanned, getting drunk, and getting laid. 

To relax and get away from my job and the stresses of not having enough money to pay my bills, I'll watch a movie. I have that Netflix home delivery and for twenty bucks a month, I receive an unlimited amount of movies to watch. Only, to make matters worse, to rub my face in what I don't have and wish I had, there have been lots of movies lately about money.

"Greed is good. What's worth doing is worth doing for money," said Michael Douglas, as Gordon Gekko, in the movie Wall Street.

Other than at Fort Knox or at the Bush Ranch or at Oprah's Harpo Studios, where better to make a movie about money than on Wall Street?

"The richest one percent of this country owns half our country's wealth, five trillion dollars," said Gordon Gekko. "One third of that comes from hard work, two thirds comes from inheritance, interest on interest accumulating to widows and idiot sons and what I do, stock and real estate speculation. It's bullshit. You got ninety percent of the American public out there with little or no net worth." 

Now, the movie Wall Street was made in 1987, more than twenty years ago. Unfortunately, instead of getting better, the gap between the rich and the middle class has widened and worsened. The United States is quickly becoming another third world country. The world has more sick, more hungry, and more homeless people than it has ever had before and the United States is keeping pace with third world countries with too many of its citizens falling below the poverty line.

I remember after I watched Wall Street, I was depressed when Michael Douglas, as Gordon Gekko, said that about ninety percent of the American public has little or no net worth. It's true and I'm one of them, I thought, as I sat in the movie theatre stunned by my dismal future. That was a kick in the butt and a wakeup call.

Twenty years later, my financial lot in life has not improved, actually, it's worsened, with the high prices for gasoline for my car, outrageous fuel prices for my home, and food prices at the supermarket rising every time I buy food, things have gotten worse, much worse. Our meager salaries, with employment benefits disappearing every year and health insurance becoming more costly, have not kept up with inflation. Moreover, I now know that, when I retire and am on a fixed income, my lot in life will be far worse than it is now. Believe it or not, with things getting worse instead of better, with prices going up instead of coming down, and with salaries flat lined, these may be the best times. Wow, that's a sad reality. 

I'll be like all the rest of those senior citizens who now must choose between buying their medication, heating their homes, or eating. God bless America. We are the absolute country of unprecedented greed. We should change our motto from E Pluribus Unum, out of many, one, and In God We Trust, to The Rich Get Richer and In Greed We Trust. 

The average price for a home in Boston is nearly as bad as the price of a home in New York or California. This is nuts. When will it end? When will the middle class receive relief? How can this continue? What's next?

Nonetheless, movies are usually my escape from all the bullshit in the world. As soon as I sit in my easy chair and turn on the national news, the greed of the greedy with their mega million dollar, undeserved bonuses hits me in the face like a bucket of cold water. Yet, although, even the movies about money are usually entertaining, with some that are funny, nonetheless, their messages are clear. Without money you are nobody and powerless, and the movie Trading Places is an example of that dismal reality.

Who could forget Trading Places with Dan Aykroyd playing Louis Winthorpe, III and Eddie Murphy playing Billy Ray Valentine? That was a very funny movie. Okay, Jamie Lee Curtis, too, showing her fabulous boobs was good to see; she did have an amazing rack, but the whole theme of that movie was about money.

"Mother always said you were greedy," said Randolph Duke.

"She meant it as a compliment," said Mortimer Duke.

Even though it was a parody and I took it as the satire that it was, that movie gave me insight to what those, who are successfully wealthy, think of the rest of us, who aren't. They don't like us very much. They think that we are chumps and suckers, while they are slick and successful. We drink beer, while they sip champagne. We dine at McDonalds, while they eat at fancy restaurants. We shop at Wal-Mart, while they have their clothes custom made. We drive Korean economy cars and they drive German luxury sedans.

Do you remember the movie The Sting with Robert Redford, Paul Newman, and Robert Shaw? That was another great movie that was all about greed and the love of money. That was one of the few movies that I watched that I didn't guess the ending and I commend them for that and for entertaining me like that back in 1973. Nonetheless, even though the message was clear, especially back then in the 1930's, the period of this movie, when times were still very tough, right after the crash of the stock market in 1929, the writer and director painted a depressing and desperate time that hasn't change with the prosperity of eighty years. If anything, it's gotten worse. 

Then, there was Boiler Room with Bed Affleck. That was a disturbing movie about money. Ocean's Eleven with the original Rat Pack, Frank Sinatra, Joey Bishop, Peter Lawford, and Dean Martin. Honorably mentioned, of course, are the new Ocean's Eleven, Twelve, and Thirteen with Brad Pitt, and George Clooney. The new Ocean's Eleven was good but, as typical, not the sequels.

Glengarry Glen Ross with Al Pacino playing Ricky Roma and Jack Lemmon playing Shelley Levene took Death of a Salesmen to modern day levels. Then, there was American Psycho with Christian Bale as Patrick Bateman, who was corrupted by the selfish evils of society, is an excellent movie on the subject of greed and money, as well as It's A Mad, Mad, Mad, Mad World with Buddy Hackett and Mickey Rooney, and The Treasure of the Sierra Madres with Humphrey Bogart. If you haven't watched any of these movies or if you haven't watched them in a while, I recommend them all to you.

Back then, in 1948 when the The Treasure of the Sierra Madres was made, the censors made sure that the main character didn't profit. He died. Just as it is in reality, our movies of today not only show the bad guy profiting, winning, and getting away with big fortunes but also they send the message that money is what it's all about. Our standards have changed with the times, unfortunately, not for the better and, now without censorship to buffer reality, explains why so many of us require alcohol, Prozac and other anti-depressants to get through the day.

Lastly, rounding out the money movies is Martin Scorsese's masterpiece Casino with Robert De Niro, Sharon Stone, and Joe Pesci. Casino was a great movie that was underrated by the critics. Sharon Stone did a fabulous job of acting and DeNiro and Pesci played their greedy parts to Oscar levels. Casino is one of my favorite movies of all time. I love Sharon Stone, only watching casino made me realize that I could never have someone in my life that looked like her, unless I had lots of money, which is what this review/essay is all about, money.

Yet, a movie doesn't have to have a theme of money to make money and those movies that have grossed the most are movies not about reality but more about fantasy. Do you know what the number one top grossing movie was of all time? I'll give you a hint. It was a love story with a ship, albeit a sinking ship and an iceberg, that is, until the same director made the movie Avatar that grossed even more money. 

The Titanic earned 1.8 billion dollars. It's mind boggling. No other movie comes close to earning those revenues and only Avatar has surpassed that amount with 2.6 billion dollars. The only three other billion dollar earners were The Lord of the Rings: The Return of the King at 1.1 billion in second place and in third place was Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Man's Chest a bit over a billion dollars, and The Dark Knight barely breaking the billion dollar mark. In fifth place was Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone with nearly one billion dollars and in sixth place was Pirates of the Caribbean: At the World's End with nearly one billion dollars, as well.

The curious and telling thing about movies is that in the top 50 highest grossing movies, they are all fantasy or animated movies. What does that tell you? It tells me that people want to escape reality. Real life is so bad that people will pay their money for a ticket to escape reality for two hours. There's a lot of money in movies.

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You want to buy a car, your first car and are blinded by the shiny red Mazda or silver Toyota sitting on the dealer's lot or how about that Honda Accord? How much of your hard earn money, money that you haven't even earned yet, but will earn in the six years that it will take to pay off this car, do you pay for his car? The manufacturer's sticker reads one price, but what is a fair price to offer? It's a really nice car and you really, really want it.

It doesn't matter because the salesman already has you marked. You're in his sights. There's no way you're leaving here without buying this car. He's a professional car salesman who sells hundreds of cars a year and thousands of cars in his career, while you buy one car every eight years. What chance do you have against him? None. So just sign the agreement to purchase and give him all your money, so that you can leave with your dignity.

"How much can you afford to pay?" He asks you with a smile that makes you believe that he's your friend, your buddy, and your pal? "Want some coffee? Let me get you a cup. That's right relax and put your dirty sneakers up on my desk. It's okay. I don't mind. Go ahead, you can even fart in my chair and really stink up my office, so long as you buy a car."

Only that lousy cup of coffee with end up costing you, gulp, thirty thousand dollars. Here's what to do. Don't answer his question. How much can you afford to pay? It's none of his business. Ask him a question. How much are you willing to take for this pile of shiny shit that will depreciate, as soon as I drive it out the door, and will fail me, as soon as my lousy three year warranty that barely covers anything, anyway, ends? Huh? Ask him that question? Let's hear what he has to say to that. 

Before you walk in the dealership, do your homework. Research prices and spend some time going over numbers to discover how much you can actually afford to pay monthly without breaking your budget. Now, make him an offer and when he refuses, get up, leave, walk away, get out. He'll stop you, before you go out the door. There are lots of car dealers selling lots of cars that they can't sell, especially in this economy. It's a buyer's market. So, why pay more?

The vultures know when you are at your weakest point. They pray on your misery. They are professional salespeople who can read you like a book. Did you have a death in the family? Well then stay home, while someone else makes the funeral arrangements, someone who was not as close to the deceased as were you and someone, who can act on your behalf, while thinking with a clear mind.

Mama would not have wanted that ten thousand dollar silver and gold trimmed bronze casket. Mama is dead. Save your money. Don't go in debt because you feel bad about your loss or feel guilty that you didn't say or do the things that you should have said and/or done when she was alive and, now that she's dead, you want to show her that you loved her by burying her in this ten thousand dollar box. All that you're doing is giving money that you can ill afford to your local funeral home owner, so that he can buy another shiny, black Cadillac to attract more suckers like you to his funeral home.

Did you just get married? Congratulations. So, what are you going to do with all the money you received from the wedding? Buying a house? Good move. Only, take someone with you, a professional who not only knows the market, the area where you are looking to buy, but also about homes and home construction.

Did that bum of a husband leave you and your three small children for that blonde, bombshell bimbo Brenda, the one with the big tits, full lips, and spread opened legs? And you haven't stopped crying, since he served you with divorce papers, as well as a restraining order? That bastard took everything, the house, the car, the money, everything, except for the kids and refuses to pay your child support.

Well, before you do something foolish, something stupid, and something you'll regret, take the time to do your research. Buying a gun is not an easy proposition, you know, especially if you have never had one. Should you buy the small .22 caliber derringer and surprise them both at their favorite restaurant and put a small hole in them or should you buy that double barrel shotgun and blow both their heads off with one shot? Hmm, decisions, decisions, that's a tough decision. If it was me, I'd buy the .44 caliber magnum handgun with hollow point ammunition and the nine shot clip. You don't want to overspend for a gun that just won't do the job in a pinch. 

Then, if you don't feel bad enough about not having money and being one of the have nots, there's always Suzie Orman to rub it in your face and make you feel worse. Suzie Orman is an arrogantly annoying woman who writes all those books telling people how to live, survive, and flourish financially? She acts much like a Jewish mother in her approach than she does a financial consultant. Instead of offering you the advice of her expertise, she scolds you. She makes you feel guilty. She belittles you. She makes you feel bad. She makes you depressed. She makes you feel like the loser that you are. I change my channel, whenever I see her ugly puss on my television screen. I can't stand the woman.

"Pay off your credit cards," she touts. "Pay yourself first," she advises.

Yeah, I'd pay all my credit cards off, if I had the money, if I had a job, and I'd certainly pay myself first, if I earned millions of dollars from writing books on scolding people how to make money. I hate her.

Even though venerable Pink Floyd made fun of the system and pointed their musically talented fingers at the consciousness cultural culprit being money, they made a lot of money when they wrote their song, Money. Back then, I can't recall anyone who didn't have Pink Floyd's album, The Dark Side of the Moon and who didn't listen to it with awe and reverence, when played on their Technics turntable through a Carver 500 watt amp and preamp on their Ohm F or Dalquist DQ10 speakers. That my friend was put your earphones on, put your head back, and close your eyes type of music.

"Money, get away. Get a good job with pay and you're okay. Money, it's a gas. Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash. New car, caviar, four star daydream, think I'll buy me a football team. Money, get back. I'm all right, Jack. Keep your hands off my stack. Money, it's a hit. Don't give me that do goody good bullshit. I'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set and I think I need a Lear Jet. Money, it's a crime. Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie. Money, so they say, is the root of all evil today. But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're giving none away."

It was a few years after the 60's, revolt and revolution was in the air with the swell of baby boomers coming of age and in 1973 Pink Floyd, as did so many of us, saw the ridiculousness of money and played their parody of it to make, well, yeah, money, a lot of money. It amazes me how much money singers make when they finally cut a record and make it big. When I think of some of the people who have profited just by opening their mouths and singing a song, people who now are set for life and who never have to work a day, it's mind boggling. I'm jealous.

There are a multitude of talented artists, people who I wouldn't cross the street to see, should I see them out in public, had they not earned their celebrity status singing songs and writing music. Many have died, but still to make my point, here is my incomplete list of those singers who found an easy answer to earning millions of dollars and doing everything they could to self-destruct their lives immediately thereafter: Michael Jackson, Diana Ross, Britney Spears, Mariah Carey, Willie Nelson, Glen Campbell, Frank Sinatra, Connie Francis, Judy Garland, Elvis Presley, Wayne Newton, Whitney Houston, Ricky Nelson, Prince, Rick James, Sinead O'Connor, James Brown, Axel Rose, Janis Joplin, Jim Morrison, and Jerry Lee Lewis.

I don't understand the phenomenon of singers earning huge fortunes when the rest of us, accountants, teachers, nurses, administrative assistants, secretaries, truck drivers, office workers, librarians, grocery clerks, convenience store attendants, auto mechanics, et al, who make pennies in comparison to these singers who make millions of dollars. We the average person, who can't carry a tune, work so much harder to earn so much less. It just doesn't make any sense. It's not fair. Yet, that's the reality of it all, isn't it?

Doesn't it make you angry when you hear a celebrity complain how hard it was for them to wake up at 5am every day to have someone fix their hair and do their makeup in readiness for their photo shoot, movie, and/or concert tour? And that's just the guys. Give me a break. Then, they take the next eleven months off, while living a luxurious lifestyle on some tropical island and getting high, before going into rehab. Give me a break.

Many of these people don't know what it is to work for a living, which is why they self-destruct and which is why they turn to drugs and alcohol. They feel guilty that they were the chosen ones, while the rest of us work in obscurity in a life without any financial rewards and/or security whatsoever. Don't get me wrong. Not all singers are bad people. There have been lots of singers, fortunately, more singers who have practiced their art and bettered their craft, while making a good living and remaining true to themselves in the process than there are on my other list of self-destructive performers.

Many have died, but here is my incomplete list of singers, who others may want to emulate: Christina Aguilera, Celine Dion, Sarah Brightman, John Lennon, George Harrison, Paul McCarthy, Shania Twain, Luther Vandross, Lady GaGa, Aretha Franklin, Eric Clapton, Bob Marley, Kelly Clarkson, Josh Groban, Madonna, Freddie Mercury, Justin Timberlake, Gwen Stefani, Bob Dylan, Bono, Stevie Wonder, Jimmy Buffet, Bruce Springsteen, Tina Turner, Barbra Streisand, Pat Benatar, Jennifer Hudson, Dolly Parton, Elton John, Sheryl Crow, and Phil Collins. These singers, of course, I don't know all the intimate details of their background, but they have stayed clear of trouble and instead of self-destructing, have helped to make the world a better place.

Not surprisingly, love is the only subject where more songs have been written than songs about money, as, oddly enough, love is equally as fleeting as money. Who can forget those classic tunes, "We're in the Money" or "Diamonds are a Girl's Best Friend." Oh, yeah, wishing for money goes way back. The Beatles sang those unforgettable songs, "Money, that's what I want and I don't care much for money, money can't buy me love."

"I've got the brains, you've got the looks. Let's make lots of money," sang the Pet Shop Boys. Dire Straits sang their song, "Money for nothing playing guitar on MTV...Bangin on the bongos like a chimpanzee. That ain't workin. That's the way you do it. Get your money for nothing. Get your chicks for free."

George Harrison of the Beatles fame, sang his song, Got My Mind Set On You with his group the Traveling Willburies. "And this time I know it's for real. The feeling that I feel. I know if I put my mind to it. I know that I really can do it. But, it's gonna take money. A whole lotta spending money. It's gonna take plenty of money. To do it right child."

Billy Joel asked, "Is that all you get for the money?" when he sang, Anthony's Song. Spinal Tap was more blatant about it when they sang, "You know what I want. You know what I need. Give me some money." Even the beloved Eagles had their finger on the pulse when they wrote Lyin Eyes and the lyrics, "City girls just seem to find out early how to open doors with just a smile. A rich, old man and she won't have to worry..."

On the other hand, Donna Summer defended women with her lyrics, "She works hard for the money. So hard for it, honey. She works hard for the money. So you better treat her right." Janis Joplin said the words that reverberated in my head for decades whenever I fell to my knees in despair and in prayer with the thought of her song, Mercedes Benz. "Oh, Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz."

The singers of the group Abba could not speak or understand English, but they understood all they needed to know about money when they sang their song. "Money, money, money, always sunny in the rich man's world." Even the matriarch of country music, Dolly Parton sang the truth about money when she sang her song from the movie 9 to 5. "It's a rich man's game, no matter what they call it."

Can you blame any of us for being overly preoccupied with money, when we grew up hearing such lovely classic songs? "Hush, little baby, don't say a word. Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird. And if that mockingbird won't sing, Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring."

Carly Simon resurrected that song in the seventies. She was another poor, rich girl. Her father was co-founder of Simon and Schuster, Inc., the big publishing house. Her mother probably sang her to sleep with that song every night. Whereas, my Mom just told me to go to sleep or she'd beat the crap out of me with a strap.




Capitalism, Free Enterprise & Greed



Maybe, that explains why I still duck in my sleep while dreaming of hitting the lottery and winning a lot of money. Turn on your television. What do you see? Actors, news reporters, talk show hosts, game show hosts, celebrities, athletes? Did you notice that look they all have?

I'll give you a minute to take another gander at those people on your television screen. Go ahead take your time and look closer at them. Switch back and forth from Oprah to General Hospital to the ballgame to the judges and host of American Idol. They've all got the look and it's all the same. Did you see it?

It's that assured confidence that one gets when they know that they don't have to worry about affording food, shelter, clothing, and/or anything else for that matter, other than how to have a good time, in their case, an understatement, hence, the look. Set for life, they have plenty of money and can afford people, an entourage, to take care of their every need. They all have the look, the look of money.

Did you see Mariah Carey on American Idol the last year? She had the look. Okay, granted, I had a hard time looking higher than her inflatable boobs, but she's loaded with more dough than she is with Silicone. She's got the look in spades. She's a Diva.

They all got it. They all got money. Either you got it or you don't got it. Either you have it or you don't have it. From the time of early man, there have been the haves and the have nots. Unfortunately, it's such a small proportion of our population, who has that kind of money, yet, to us, that is all that we see because there it is in front of us and on our televisions. We are blinded by the colored light of our high definition, digital television sets by the celebrities we emulate, but will never meet.

After a while, after watching television for years, and after tired of being a have not, we feel entitled. We feel cheated. We believe that we should live the life of those who flaunt their designer gowns, diamond rings, and expensive cars. After a while, living vicariously through those personalities, who we see on television, is a better option that the life we have at home. Finally, now that we're older, we accept our lot and life and take it for what it is, entertainment and no longer hound celebrities for autographs and stalk entertainers in the way that I used to do. Sorry, I digress. Never mind, that's another story for another time. 

Unfortunately, none of us can have that look, that swagger, and that nonchalant, carefree attitude if you don't have money, a lot of money. Money, money, money, it's all about the money. Those of you who are strong, those of you who dance to your own imagined music, and those of you who don't mind having nothing don't need money, money, money. That's not what it's all about for you, Honey, the money.

Yes, believe it or not, there are those people who have a higher calling. Be it helping people, improving themselves, and/or finding God, their thoughts are not wasted with wishing they had more money. Whenever they do wish for money, they wish for the money to help someone else. They have already found their secret to happiness and joy. They don't need any more money than they have already to live their lives and revel in their purpose. They are the lucky ones. They are the minority. The rest of us want money and more money. We are the supporters of the saying that 'you can't be too rich.'

"Show me the money," said Cuba Gooding, Jr. playing Rod Tidwell to Tom Cruise who played Jerry Maguire in the movie, Jerry Maguire. 

Speaking of show me the money, every Saturday and Sunday the Catholic Church's faithful routinely pass around the collection plates. When you think about it, how rude is that? I mean, there you are praying to your God and the long arm of a mortal man holding a basket on a pole is expecting your money for the privilege of praying to your God in God's house. Nothing is free, not even praying, hits home then. 

The Catholic Church is the worst offender when it comes to asking for, hording, and grubbing for money. Dante Alighieri wrote about the greedy, money grubbing Popes burning in Hell for all of eternity, when he wrote his Divine Comedy poem, Dante's Inferno with Virgil guiding Dante through the nine circles of Hell, with each saved for the gradual and increased wickedness of those condemned to Hell. The Popes command the lowest circle, the eighth circle of Hell, just above Satan who is condemned alone to the ninth circle. Dante's poem gives the readers his thoughts about the Catholic Church and after seven hundred years, nothing has change. God save us from these mere mortal supposed holy men, who want money more than anything and anyone.

I'm Catholic, but I'm not so blinded by the light of God that I don't see these mortal men for who they are. I'm ashamed by their double standard asking the poor to give, giving the poor little and return, and living their lives as holier than thou royalty. Yes, I agree, not every priest, bishop, and cardinal is like that, but show me your friends and I'll know who you are.

The Catholic Church cries poverty and yet they have a city of gold, Vatican City. They ought to be ashamed of themselves for taking pennies from those who can ill afford to give it, when they feather their nests in the longest run scam in the world with their non-profit religion. If you go to Rome, you don't see priest studying the bible, you see Bishops and Cardinals analyzing the stock market and buying real estate. Hey, we've all seen Godfather III to know the real story.

You just have to take a walk about your neighborhood, especially those of you who live in the Northeast, to see that the Catholic Church owns some premium property and pays no taxes. Behind closed doors, locked gates, and manicured lawns they conduct their religion too much like the business that it is. It's sad when even your religion is more concerned with accumulating money than it is with saving your soul.

Harvard University is a school rich with endowments, but Harvard pales in comparison to the monies that reside in secret accounts in Switzerland under the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost. Shame on them, shame on the Pope, shame on his Cardinals, and shame on his Bishops, they all ought to be ashamed. Money means more to them than religion, more to them than God, and especially more to them than you.

What ever happened to the vow of poverty that the priests took? Why do Nuns all live together in a convent and the priests live like lords of the manor? Every priest that I know drives a brand new Buick, lives in a beautiful rectory, has plenty of food and booze, and has a cook and a housekeeper to boot. Besides that, with their housing, food, and clothing paid for, they're even paid a salary? How's that for religious welfare? Are you kidding me? I want to be poor like that, Hail Mary, glory to the Almighty, Amen, take me; I'm ready to give my life to God.

"What are we having for dinner tonight?"

"I've prepared roast lamb with a nice Burgundy wine, for you, Father."

"Marvelous."

While the rest of us are eating heated up leftovers, the Bishops and the Cardinals live like Kings. No cost is spared for their lifestyles. It's a disgrace. Their furnishings are lavish and their furniture is custom made. They live luxuriously. I want their lifestyle. Besides, I look good in red. 

These holier than thou guys, Popes, Cardinals, Bishops, and Priests are no better than, gulp, public servants. Now, to me, servants who help the public are those who don't expect anything in return. Right? Wrong! When I think of a servant, albeit a public servant, I think of someone who is subservient to me, someone who is solicitous of me, and someone who is lower than me in status. Oddly enough, I sound more like the definition of a middle class citizen than does my public servant meet that definition.

How can a politician, pardon me, a public service take office as an ordinary man or woman, a lawyer, perhaps, making a good living, and finish his or her career in public service a very wealthy person? I don't get it. How does that happen? I thought these people were more interested in serving the public than serving and helping themselves to making money. Am I that naïve? Is our country so twisted and we still believe these people represent our interests? 

"Do you remember the Hare Krishna?"

Those weirdos, I mean, religious zealots, sorry, I mean, those annoying people who shaved their heads, wore long robes with sandals, and followed you around the street, the subway, the park, and the airport, while begging you non-stop for money.

Now that I think about it, they always had the hottest women, albeit a bit spaced out and hippie like, but nonetheless, the women they recruited were all young, tall, thin, shapely, and pretty. Moreover, none of them wore bras and you could discern their nipples through the sheerness of their robes. I remember being engaged in a thoroughly enjoyable conversation, over their religion, of course,while enjoying the view of their tits that their sheer robes provided.

"Hare Krishna."

Back then, I thought about joining their cult to get in some of the pants, I mean, robes of the women.

"Hare Krishna. Hare, Hare, Krishna, Krishna, Hare Krishna."

Some Hare Krishna even turned violent, until you relented and gave them your bread, dough, money, cash. I have to give them credit, they were a relentlessly persistent and annoying bunch of zealots, much like those homeless guys who wash your windshield, whether you want them to or not and get violent, until you relent and give them want they want, a few dollars.

Only, I didn't give the Hare Krishna my hard earned cash, I gave them my fist. Ripping off the robe, pushing the beggar down to the ground, and stripping this zealot naked, I literally beat the crap out of that Hare Krishna woman when she wouldn't stop asking me for money. She was the toughest woman I ever fought. There she was pinned under the weight of my body and on the ground naked... Okay, never mind, that's a story for another time.

I haven't seen them in some time, but do you know where the Hare Krishna are now, I mean, where they live? I'll give you a hint. Manny Remirez, the ex-star left fielder for the Boston Red Sox, and who earns twenty-five million dollars a year and who now plays for the LA Dodgers, had his ten million dollar condo on the corner of this street. Give up?

The Hare Krishna have their headquarters, corporate office, church, temple, whatever you want to call it in a four story brownstone on the first block of Commonwealth Avenue in Boston. For those who don't know what the first block of Commonwealth Avenue is, allow me to elucidate to you what the first block of Commonwealth Avenue in Boston is.

It is the most expensive parcel of real estate in Boston, even more expensive then Louisburg Square, off Mount Vernon Street, where Congressman Kerry lives with his heiress wife, Teresa, of the Heinz Corporation. Kerry lives next door to Tom Stemberg who once owned Staples Office Products, after buying it from none other than the presidential hopefully, the ex-governor of Massachusetts, Mitt Romney. Their ten plus million dollar properties pale in comparison to those on the first block of Commonwealth Avenue.

I figure the Hare Krishna house, headquarters, corporate office, church, temple, whatever you want to call it, is worth about twenty million dollars. That's a lot of scratch earned from begging for spare change. "Hare Krishna, Krishna, Krishna, Hare, Hare."

Henry David Thoreau needed very little money to build his cabin in the woods by Walden Pond in Massachusetts and survived living off the land, while writing his verses and contemplating his perfect transcendentalist society. Even though I admire what he did, anyone living in the woods today for that long of a period is weird. Can you imagine walking through the woods with your children and a wild man shouting transcendental verses emerges from a one room cabin?

"Come along, kids. Don't stare. Don't dawdle. Just run."

Nonetheless, Henry David Thoreau didn't need any money. In a word, albeit a hyphenated one, he was self-sufficient. So wasn't Theodore Kaczynski, the Unabomber, self-sufficient. He didn't need money to live in his one room shack in the back woods of Montana either. See, remember I told you, anyone living in the woods today for that long of a period is weird. You just have to think of Rubeus Hagrid from Harry Potter fame to understand my point. The Unabomber constructed his bombs and mailed them, while writing his manifesto and murdering 23 innocent people. He was another person who didn't need any money. 

Charles Manson of Helter Skelter fame wasn't after money, when he murdered Sharon Tate, her unborn baby, and others in the Tate-LaBianca murders. He was too crazy to need any money. Even when they invaded that home and raped that woman, the wild, fictional boys from Stanley Kubrick's Clockwork Orange weren't looking for money, as much as they were looking for bedlam and outrageousness. They were all crazy.

When those Middle Eastern terrorists flew our planes into our Twin Towers, they didn't do it for the money, it wasn't about the money with them. They didn't need money. They were crazy. Crazy people are the only people who don't worry about not having enough money, wishing for more money, or not having any money. If you're sitting there and not worrying about money, while reading this, it must be gratifying to know that you are insane, albeit poor. Congratulations, you passed my little test of insanity. Hey, even though you're crazy, you no long have to worry about money, like the rest of us still do.

Notwithstanding, do you see my point? Unless you're one of these crazy people, you don't need any damn money. The rest of us are spellbound, preoccupied, working two jobs and still not getting by, not making enough, never having enough, getting further in credit card debt, and always needing and wanting more money. The rest of us are bone tired, depressed, and slowly killing ourselves because we don't have the time to take proper care of ourselves with diet and exercise. Many of us can't even afford proper medical care. Maybe, instead of working all day, we should beg on the street, as did the Hare Krishnas. Who knows, one day, we could live on Commonwealth Avenue, too.

"Give me money! That's what I want. Money. I want money."

Don't you get tired of watching people with money? That's all we do, you know, we sit in our living rooms, bitch about not having any money, while watching people with money. Yet, because we sit there hour and after hour, day after day, week after week, month after month, and year after year watching rich people on our televisions, with our loyal ratings we earn them, yep, you guessed it, more money.

It's time to get up off our fat asses and revolt. We, as viewers, want our share of revenues not for watching your syndicated, all too brief of a season television programs, but for watching your too many damn commercials over and again. That's what television is all about, anyway, commercials. It's not there to entertain us. It's there to sell us. It's about commercial broadcasts. It's there to sell us stuff and to make money for the networks by using the programs as filler for commercials. I'm not writing anything that you don't already know. Still, it's good to finally see it written to believe it and to reinforce it. 

Do you think those people, who we watch all day on television, watch other people with money on television? Nah, they don't have the time to do that, to watch television all day. They're too busy making money and interacting with people who have money. Rather than watching television like the rest of us, they are too busy having a good time spending their money, while we dopes are glued to the television not making any money and watching them making money.

Weird, huh? But, think about it. It's true. We're no better than a herd of cows. Turn off your televisions. Turn off your computers. Go outside and let's make some money. Only, can I borrow a few dollars to tie me over until payday? I'm broke.

Oprah Winfrey leads the money list, yet, again, earning two hundred and sixty million dollars last year. Boy that's a mouthful to say fast three times because she's made that amount of money, for more than three consecutive years. Let us all take a moment to understand and reflect on how much two hundred and sixty million dollars really is. That's a lot of dough, huh, two hundred and sixty million dollars every friggin' year?

I bet you could do a lot of damage with that kind of money. Just think of all the things you could do, all the people who you could help, all the clothes, cars, and homes you could buy, and trips you could take. You could get your breasts implanted, both of them, your face lifted, your teeth fixed, all of them, your hair coifed to perfection, and even have plenty of dough left over for a psychiatrist and rehab, when you finally fall of the wagon. And you'd still have more than two hundred and fifty million dollars left and more to come next year.

You can't spend that amount of money in a lifetime, in ten lifetimes. I dare you. I double dare you to find a way to spend that kind of money, yeah, even after buying a baseball or football team. If you did that, buy a sports team, even more money would come rolling in to make you richer than you were before.

Boy that would finally shut your wife or girlfriend up about getting a job, when you had that kind of money hidden under your mattress. Yeah, well, Oprah makes that kind of money every year and has made that kind of money for the past dozen years. I love you, Oprah? Buy me a new car, please, a Mercedes Benz.

Jerry Bruckheimer of CSI, Cold Case, and Without A Trace fame was a distant second earning a difficult to squeak by on one hundred and twenty million dollars. My girlfriend loves those shows. When she's not watching HGTV design, design on a dime, gay design, nude design, and gay, nude design television shows, House Hunter, How Much is Your House Worth, Debbie Travis, et al, she's watching reruns of CSI, Cold Case, and Without A Trace.

I hate Bruckheimer's shows. Give me shows with sex to violence every time. I'll take nudity to blood any day. Instead of shoot 'em up and blow 'em up, I'd rather watch naked people, especially naked women...dancing, around a pole...and sitting on my lap...and doing me. Yeah. 

Every time I watch CSI, those forensic scientists are walking around with their little flashlights, while in someone's home, I yell at the TV.

"Put a light on. Hello? The light switch is right there?"

Now, if Marge Helgenberger was naked, then I'd be watching more of CSI. She's a good looking broad, in a crooked sort of way.

Why must it be so dark? Is that to give it an ominous effect? Is that to scare you and to keep you on the edge of your seat? Well, it just gives me eye strain.

Those shows strain my eyes so much that, when I finally see a semi-naked woman on television, I miss seeing the up skirt or down blouse view because they show it too fast to see it and my eyes are still strained from watching CSI. Damn you Bruckheimer.

Stephen Spielberg raked in his one hundred and ten million dollars that he earns every year from his movie residuals. The guy hasn't made a movie in a while; he doesn't have to, he just sits at home eating popcorn with his MILF of a wife Kate Capshaw, while watching reruns of Jaws, ET, and Jurassic Park. Boy, I'd watch Kate Capshaw, if she ever decided to make a guest appearance on Gay, Naked Design. She's got a hot body. She's got a rack. She's got a rich husband and she'd want nothing to do with me. 

Do you like golf? Do you play? What's your handicap? Hey, be honest about your golfing score and don't make me come over there and take a nine iron to the back of your head. Sorry, I've been watching one too many episodes of CSI lately. Admittedly watching CSI is better than watching Gay, Naked Design shows because, instead of taking a nine iron to the back of your head, I'd be decorating your ass with fabric. 




Capitalism, Free Enterprise & Greed



Do you like watching golf on television? I'd rather watch paint dry than watch a golf game on television. Did you know that Tiger Woods earned one hundred and twelve million dollars playing golf? Okay, maybe he's not making that much now, after cheating on his wife with strippers, but he will again, once he starts playing golf and winning. 

Actually, he earned a measly twelve million from playing golf and one hundred million from endorsements. Now, if that doesn't make you want to run out and buy a pair of Nikes, a Buick, a Tag Heuer wristwatch, or drink his nasty vitamin water, then I don't know what will.

Forget about Tiger Woods, rapper 50 Cents is worth much more than four bits. Forget about his albums and his music, forget about his endorsements with Reebok and Playstation, this guy is filthy rich after earning a cool 100 million with much more to come, possibly half a billion from his share in the company Glaceau after Coca-Cola purchased it. Now, that's real money. That's some serious dough for a guy from the 'Hood' with gang tats and a police record.

It's amazing to me that, even after all these years, Madonna still managed to earn seventy-two million dollars last year. Why? How long has it been since this material girl was singing her material world song?

Her movie that her boy toy ex-husband, Guy Ritchie made, Swept Away, sucked. I saw the original movie with Giancarlo Giannini and Mariangela Melato and that was hot. This movie could have and should have been hotter but it flopped. All she did was to pose for the camera to show everyone that she was still in shape for an old broad. Her acting was terrible. It was so bad that had they cast Paris Hilton in the leading roll, it would have been a marginally better movie.

Howard Stern fell in shit when he quit radio to explore outer space with satellite radio. I wonder how much Robin is worth. Hey, she's not a bad looking woman and she's got really big tits. His gamble as a modern day telecommunications pioneer paid off. He earned seventy million dollars last year. Way to go, Howard.

Oscar de la Hoya, one of boxing's pretty boys behind the original pretty boy, Muhammad Ali, aka Cassius Clay, earned fifty-five million dollars last year, fifty-three from one fight when he fought another pretty boy, Floyd Mayweather, Jr. for the Junior Middleweight title, who earned twenty-five million from the purse. 

Now, why do they call that a purse? I've never seen a boxer carry a purse and you don't want to accuse crazy Mike Tyson of carrying a purse either, at least not to his face. He'll bite off your ear, before pounding you to death. Can you picture big George Foreman carrying a purse filled with, what else, hamburgers?

Carrying a purse home, albeit with fifty-five million smackeroos, sounds a bit gay for a boxer nonetheless, I'd take the purse if they filled it with fifty-five million bucks. I wouldn't even mind if they put my fifty-five million big ones in a big, pink purse.

Oscar also earned twenty-eight million from pay-per-view receipts. He earned a pittance of two million in endorsements. I wonder what he endorsed. Does anyone know?

Simon Cowell of American Idol fame earned forty-five million dollars for acting like the bastard that he is and insulting everyone about their singing, clothes, and hair. "If you've got a big mouth and you're controversial, you're going to get attention," he was quoted as saying.

Do you watch late night television? You'd be gratified to know that David Letterman earned forty million dollars last year. "I cannot sing, dance or act; what else would I be but a talk show host," says David to justify his huge paycheck.

Brad Pitt was good for thirty-five million plus he gets to sleep with Angelina Jolie. Be honest, which would you take thirty-five million dollars or being married to Angelina Jolie? As much as I love her lips and her hot body, I'd have to take the money. Only, this guy gets both. What a pig you are Brad.

"Success is a beast. And it actually puts the emphasis on the wrong thing. You get away with more instead of looking within," said Mr. Pitt. Yeah, life is a bitch, Brad. I feel your pain.

Shaquille O'Neal of the Miami Heat made thirty-five million dollars last year. He made twenty million dollars for playing basketball and another fifteen million dollars in endorsements. Wow.

Tiger Woods made Derek Jeter's paycheck look small. Derek only made twenty-nine million last year, twenty-two million from playing third base for the beloved or hated New York Yankees and a lousy seven million from endorsements. Derek should have picked up a golf club instead of a baseball bat. Doesn't Derek Jeter look more like a golfer than a baseball player, anyway? I don't know how he's going to survive on only twenty-nine million dollars. Maybe we all can take up a collection for him later.

Dale Earnhardt, Jr. made over twenty-seven million racing cars, actually, seven million from driving and twenty million from endorsements. Doing endorsements are the way to go.

If anyone out there is willing to pay me, Freddie, Bostonfictionwriter, huge amounts of money to endorse anything, please e-mail. I can be just as insincere as the next guy when endorsing your hemorrhoid cream or foot fungus or shoe polish spray to cover bald spots.

The End