I was reading an article recently entitled Angry Billionaires Make Disturbing Neighbors & my immediate first thought was, what the fuck do these sons of bitches have to be ANGRY about? Their lives are perfect! They could buy and sell the people they're "mad" at many times over. But then I remembered--money can't buy happiness. It can't even buy fake happiness or a decent attitude. In fact, the wealthy are often more impatient, prone to boredom, greed, bitterness, emptiness, addiction & vindictiveness than everybody else. Extreme wealth has a very predictable effect, and it goes like this:
The Wealth Accumulation Addiction Cycle
Person hits it big and suddenly has the world at their feet. It's absolutely mindblowingly amazing in the beginning--maybe for the first 2-3 years or so. The private jets, parties, after-parties, sex, drugs and name-brand luxury lifestyle. But then the high starts to level out. The receptors get saturated and eventually become overstimulated by the constant stream of excitement. Then they get burnt out & start to break off or shrivel up and die. It’s like addicts who need more and more of their drug of choice to get their fix. They start with a small bit of a pill or powder by mouth to get an all night high and before you know it they’ve got a needle in their bloody arm and it’s only getting them from 'sick' to 'neutral'.
You can't live at an '11' all the time or else '11' starts to lose its meaning. You need contrast--variation... darkness to offset the light or else “light” just becomes an endless sea of oppressive sameness; a blinding whiteout. Imagine living in a place where the weather was a sunny 73 degrees with a light breeze and no clouds. FOREVER. Where it was always Springtime and the birds were singing, always warm but not hot. Humid but not rainy. Breezy but not gusty. Where the sun rose at 6:57 a.m. and set at exactly 7:21 p.m. every day/night. FOREVER. While those are generally comfortable conditions, most would grow bored of this after a while. It would feel a bit like Groundhog Day.
The same is true of our real lives. Humans did not evolve to sit on the beach or in a C-suite all day shuffling papers & ordering others around. As you stop having to work for delayed rewards or other basic things (or indeed having to work at all), gratitude and humility mysteriously vanish. When your "work" exists solely to hoard wealth and obtain more than the next closest billionaire on the Forbes Whatever List, life loses meaning. The idle mind creates problems and drama when a person has nothing of meaning to strive for. Financial wealth can remove a lot of daily burdens but you trade one set of problems for another. No amount of $$$ will make you younger, smarter, kinder, more talented, a better parent/friend, a better lover, more spiritually enlightened or immortal. Sadly, realizing this on an intellectual level often isn’t enough by this point as addiction to obtaining wealth has become a runaway train.
Once those receptors are at the 'burnt out' stage, you start feeling entitled and even annoyed at the peasants under you doing little things like getting your drink order wrong or misspelling your name on an event invitation. The novelty wears off and you need more extreme experiences to obtain that initial (“I’m rich, b!atch!") high, which can never truly be experienced again. You've now reached the "chasing the dragon" stage in which your perpetual bitterness and vindictiveness at humanity have overtaken any initial excitement or fulfillment you once felt about your wealth and accomplishents. (It's akin to interdose withdrawal for any druggies reading this). You start to project your problems and failures onto them, the poor ignorant masses. They do make an easy target for a powerful money magnet like you. Their whispers about your cruelty & money-hoarding start getting to you, but you wouldn't DARE let it show. Instead, you project some more. Having "enough" or even far more than others is not enough--in order to squeeze any joy out of those crispy receptors you need to see other people suffer and struggle, so you do your level best to make life a living Hell for those in your orbit as well as the general poor and middle classes.
Your soul turns cold; if you ever believed in a deity you now consider yourself higher than that deity. If spending time with family during holidays and birthdays once mattered to you, now there's no time for it. You're too busy taking over the world. If loyalty & fidelity in relationships was of great importance to you, now you scoff at your former self's "naivety" as you screw your secretary & snort coke off strippers' asses as a form of blowing off steam or a 'work hard, play hard' lifestyle. Destruction of the environment, killing of unionizers or rivals... almost anything can be justified by telling yourself "I deserve this. Fuck them." Empathy, remorse, vulnerability, love & kindness are now viewed by you as weakness. You can only be one of 2 things in this world: predator or prey. Predators don't have time for that soft shit.
This is the general overview of how money taints and power corrupts in a capitalist system. It is the quintessential story of addiction yet for some reason nobody ever calls it that. Drug addicts who harm nobody but themselves are cast as a burden to society on par with mass murderers, yet the ultra-wealthy who actually leech off society by not paying federal taxes, keeping their employees on welfare & receiving government bailouts/subsidies and other forms of corporate welfare are lauded as "job creators" and innovators. Everything the wealthy do is spun in a positive light, yet when the average poor American does it, it's either not noteworthy or a crime. These monsters are free to rape, do massive amounts of drugs, sleep around, stalk their exes, molest kids, act like racist assholes & more. Sure, poor people do these things too, but the ultra-wealthy can do them on a huge public stage while running for president or with the knowledge that they won't spend a single day in jail no matter what. The double standard is vomit-inducing.
Well if nothing else, at least we can take solace in the fact that most of them are deeply miserable in their black rotten little souls. If any of you hateful useless psychopaths is reading this, remember: your money will not prevent death. It also cannot predict how or when you will die, or how painfully. All that's certain is that you will die one day and can take none of this with you. You may live to 85, 92 or 102 but the Grim Reaper spares no man. Your legacy will be all you leave behind and history will not remember you kindly. Anyone unlucky enough to be related to you will bear the burden of carrying your last name for as long as your evil stain on this planet persists. Sleep tight, assholes.
And for the rest of us, let this be a reminder that there are no good billionaires. None. You cannot reach that level of wealth by doing good in the world, being honest on your taxes & rubbing elbows with saints. All billionaires are eyeball-deep in filth like Diddy, Jay-Z, Epstein, George Soros, Shelden Adelson, Donald Trump and Peter Nygard. Coming to their defense in online arguments or licking their boots IRL will not get you one inch closer to them or their hoardes, nor to earning their respect. They view you as just another pathetic piece of muck on the bottom of their shoe & laugh at your weak attempts to praise & impress them. You are an ant in their antfarm, using up all your strength and energy to build them a fortress while they watch from outside the glass, waiting for the perfect moment to turn the whole thing upside down, destroying your progress and suffocating you. They derive pleasure from seeing you struggle and suffer in your pathetic daily grind, and don't you forget it. They could end world hunger, homelessness and provide a universal basic income to every person on this planet and still have more money than they could ever spend in a lifetime, yet they choose to do it this way. That's not an accident.
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