OK, I’m not really rich. But I do make over $250,000 per year–substantially over, if you must know–so that certainly puts me in the “boogey man” category, at least as far as a certain Mr. Obama is concerned. I work for a living though, so I’m not “layabout living off the interest” rich. But I am in the top 5% of income earners in these United States. And, if things work out like I expect them too, I’ll be making substantially more in the future (if they don’t work out then I’ll only be making a little bit more).
Anyway, ask away, my world is your oyster (or whatever).
How much do you rip off your clients by charging them insane amounts of money, when you clearly must not work all that hard since you spend so many hours of your day on the dope trolling and arguing how great it would be if America was a barren Mad Max world of no government, and trying to make us mentally ill liberals believe that the nicest thing we as humans can do for poor people is to treat them like humans, instead of pets, and let them die in the gutter rather then give a helping hand cause they’d never learn to work hard and succeed if we help them at all?
I’ll tell you what you’d do! You would travel! See the whole world. All of the art and landmarks. Eat the most exotic foods, drink the most exotic drinks. At least, that’s what I would do.
Which I always find really funny, since he rails on how government should stay out of lives and stop taking our money, that he woudn’t be so rich in this job if he got his wish and he wasn’t the guy the rich people needed to help them avoid paying taxes.
Oh wait. He’s so awsome, that he would just find a new great job and skill that would still make him rich. And god damn, his cleaning lady, driver, maid, and gardener should do the same thing!
Do you live in a McMansion, or is that too tacky? If you do drugs, do you have an arrangement where you have them delivered to you by a clean-cut frat boy?
Oops, forgot - do you have a bleached blond trophy wife with fake tits?
Ooooo! Ooooo! Were you born to a poor family, middle class family or a rich family? Did ya pull yersulf up by yer bootstraps? Or, like W, were you born on third base and act you hit a triple? After you die, will the worms prefer the taste of your flesh to that of a more common man? Do you pull your pants on two legs at a time, or have someone to do it for you?
Have you ever tried a case? Had a case published? Which ones?
How many secretaries were you required to screw before they made you partner?