The jig is up, and my time has come. I'm about to be arrested. They'll be hauling me away in mid-April. Not for doing anything wrong, really. In fact, if the authorities arrest me, it will be for standing up for what's right.
Pity the poor rich these days--not the merely rich, but the mega-ones, those precious few who're among the richest one-tenth of one percent of Americans.
Yes, they have it all. But they also have something they don't want: widespread public disapproval. Living on the penthouse floor of the one-percent class, they're also aghast, annoyed, angered--and afraid--because the Occupy Wall Street movement has turned a spotlight on their elite lives in a time of swelling poverty.
According to their servants, multimillionaires are puzzled: "Why target me?" they ask. Poor babies, like their patron political saint, Mitt Romney, they're pained that the rich are disdained for their extravagance: "We worked hard, we went to college, we tried to better our lives," they wail. "Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?"
Gosh, it makes me want to rush out and buy them a clue.
But, instead of getting a clue about the inequality and downward mobility they have either caused or passively accepted, many comfort themselves with other purchases. Some make lifestyle gestures, such as buying a hybrid Lexus rather than that souped-up Mercedes. They're choosing not to flaunt their wealth "because of what's going on."
Others though, want to flaunt. So, they're simply spending more on protecting themselves. A risk advisory consultant in New York City, whose clients are Wall Street executives with net worths averaging $100 million each, says that spending on bodyguards, security-trained chauffeurs, guard dogs, video surveillance cameras, security systems, and other personal security personnel quadrupled last year.
The one-percenters suffer in ways that we 99-percenters can't even imagine.
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