I think I’d have to buy that for my 30 year old daughter.
As for me - I’d buy myself a penthouse at top of the Empire State Building like Doc Savage had. And build the elevator direct to my secret garage in the basement.
A nice yacht, good for both oceans and rivers, to let me travel without packing.
And definitely a trip to space in a private rocket for me and my wife to initiate the zero-G club (assuming that married pair of astronauts hasn’t - I’ll be happy with number two.) And put some real money behind private space travel.
Wait a minute! Are you saying you’d buy gnoitall’s 9 year old daughter for your 30 year old daughter? That’s an … interesting … idea. Do you have a newsletter?
Hey, people with horses need slave labor who will muck out stalls for free just to be close to the animals. And maybe get to ride them if they are really good.
You didn’t know about the horse slave labor industry?
Since you stipulate that I’ve already covered all the flush toilets, clean water, mosquito nets, schools, hospitals, medicines, medical research and housing, and you further stipulate I’m just ridiculously rich, there’s one thing left.
Buy every media outlet Rupert Murdoch owns, and uh, change the format.
Yes. I was just thinking about all the places I want to see, but also how much I hate flying. And the chefs would make low-fat but delicious versions of everything I like.
I’m leaning towards an island in a temperate climate with a dormant volcano in which to construct my, um, residence. Or rehabbing a retired underground Minuteman compound. Maybe with a nice modest Cape Cod built on top of the entrance.
Aside from the absolute top of the line everything to the NTH computer, I’m not that much about toys and things that are expensive. I’d have a kitchen full of fantastic equipment…I’d totally go crazy in the Cook’s nd Williams Sonoma catalogs, but that’s all small stuff that just adds up.
Aside from that, my expenditures would be about property, probably something utterly fantastic in Santa Barbara that had, or I would build, both indoor and outdoor pools, huge, gorgeous, and heated. I would have an absolutely AMAZING personal assistant whom I would pay an enormous salary to so he/she would be happy, say triple the going rate. I would also have a couple of amazing overpaid housekeepers. And then I would entertain…
I’d buy myself 7 Ferrari F40’s, my dream car, one for every day of the week, all in slightly different shades of red, except for one in black, and one in British Racing Green, as I like the dichotomy of an Italian supercar in British livery…
I’d buy a bunch of Toyota priuses and find novel ways of destroying them, because I HATE the frakking prius…
Prius skeet? PULL!
Prius demolition derby? Check
How many rounds from a minigun can a Prius handle?
Pack a Prius with black powder and light the fuse, see if I can make it truly disappear
It goes without saying that my backyard shooting range (with up to 1 mile as maximum distance) would have priuses as targets
Obviously, I’ll have a whole room (“weapons bunker”) filled with my favorite Class II automatic weapons
An entire tropical island of my very own, complete with exotic attractive female companionship, there completely voluntarily
I’d get my pilot license, fixed and rotary wing
Big donations to the NRA, because it pisses off the nannystaters…
I’d pay writers to think up questions to ask on a message board filed with people who intimidate me (although I’m so rich I’d never admit to being intimidated).
Then I could curl my toes and say with glee, “Well, if You’re so smart how come I can buy that and You Can’t? Neener-neener!”
Then again, it presupposes that the mega rich are childish, egotistical, and lack boundaries/self-control.
Buy the Washington Redskins.
Change the name to the Washington Honkies.
The team logo would have the same face, but with white skin, yellow hair, and a red background.
