There are few things in life I despise more (I admit this is a personal failing) than rich, as in super-duper rich, folks who just don't get it.
I have nothing against the rich, necessarily. Bill Gates is, in certain respects, a personal hero of mine. But he GETS IT.
I used to be a fan of George Lucas. I have a much harder time of it now. Why, you ask? Well, he's a billionaire. Fine and good. He earned his money honestly; he's entitled to it. But then he had the nerve, in an interview, to charge that Americans are, as a whole, much too materialistic.
What the Eff?
You're a friggin' BILLIONAIRE, Georgie Boy. How dare you lecture ANYONE about caring too much about money?
When someone like Mother Theresa, who donated a personal fortune of $30 million and lived a life of poverty to help the poor, tells me I'm too concerned with material possessions, I will attend to her words. But when people who are richer than I can even imagine start publically lecturing me about how I should give more, sacrifice more, for their pet causes, when someone who flies around in a friggin' private jet tells me I need to conserve fossil fuels, well . . .
