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Shame On America Sunday: Where Will We Ever Get The Money Edition


This week, I got a little caught up on my magazine reading, and I was both concerned and given the idea for today’s Shame On America Sunday when I first read, in Newsweek, that the next president would have a big mess on his hands (true enough) because he would not have the money to pay for ambitious social programs (a lie, and a stupid one, at that.)

Then, I read in Entertainment Weekly, that there are currently six shows filming in one of the boroughs of New York City, and that it costs an average of $3 million dollars per episode to film in New York City. Those shows film there for various reasons, including (in the case of “Life on Mars,”) that Brooklyn can look like Boston but has wider streets, and including for realism.

Six shows. Most regular series have 22 episodes per year, so that means that the cost of filming those six television shows, alone, $396 million. It always looks more impressive with the zeroes, so here goes:

$396,000,000 is what the United States can afford to make Life on Mars and Ugly Betty more realistic.

I also like to break it down to the basic units, so here goes that:

We spend $1,084,931.50 per day to make sure that when Brooke Shields goes shopping on Lipstick Jungle, viewers will see real New York stores behind her.

We spend $45,205.47 per hour to make sure that Fringe‘s outlandish plots are adequately grounded in the gritty streets of New York City.

We spend $753 per minute in order to keep the Gossip Girls gossiping in stylish locations.

We spend $12 per second, every second of every minute of every hour of every day filming just six TV shows in New York City.

It took you two seconds to read that sentence. That’s $24 America just spent filming six tv shows.

That’s just the very tip of the iceberg. In years past, statistics suggested that it costs $1.3 million per episode, total, to film a sitcom — more if the stars are paid a lot. The book Entertainment Industry Economics by Harold L. Vogel said that the cheapest programs to produce were daytime soaps, at $125,000 per hour.

So that gives us costs of $125,000 per hour to $3,000,000 per hour, roughly speaking, for each new show on TV. Let’s use the $125,000 per hour figure just to give us an estimate. Let’s assume that each hour of new TV programming costs $125,000 per hour for daytime soaps and primetime TV.

If I leave out basic cable — for which people pay, so it’s not purely advertiser supported, which is important for reasons I’ll get to in a moment — and leave out reruns and assume 2 hours of daytime soaps per day on the ‘big 3’ networks, and if I assume no new programming in the 13 weeks of summer, it works out like this:

Daytime soaps: $250,000 per network per day, five days a week, 39 weeks per year = $48,750,000 per year on soap operas alone.

Nighttime TV: Three hours per night, four networks, equals $375,000 per night per network, or $1,500,000 per night for all networks. They spend that seven nights per week at a minimum cost of $10,500,000 per week, for 39 weeks, for a minimum of $409,500,000 per year on prime time TV programming.

In other words, using the most minimal estimates possible, we spend $458,250,000 per year on new TV shows. It’s probably more, but using the bare minimum America spends at least that on TV shows per year. (At the $3 million per episode cost, America spends $10,998,000,000 per year on TV shows.)

Now, here’s why I used only broadcast TV: Broadcast TV costs you nothing. It is entirely advertiser-supported. The networks spend at least $458 million per year on TV shows and they get zero dollars from you for that; it all comes from Charmin and Sonic and McCain ads and the rest of the commercials you (but not me) complain about.

So where do Charmin and Sonic and McCain get that money? From you. You buy Sonic burgers for the whole family, like I did on my last vacation, because you saw those cool Sonic ads on TV and so you made sure to go there on vacation. You can’t help squeezing the Charmin. You go see Beverly Hills Chihuahua because you saw an ad on TV, and you think that Barack Obama is an Arab because you saw an ad on TV.

If Charmin and Sonic and McCain were not getting money from you — and more money than they spent on advertising — they would not advertise and TV would not be free.

So you, America, spend at least $458,000,000 on new TV shows, each year. It’s probably more; it may be as much as twenty-four times that amount. But you spend at least $458,000,000 on new TV shows.

In light of that, let’s re-examine Newsweek’s contention that there simply won’t be money to pay for ambitious social programs, shall we? Let’s ask ourselves, as a country, why it’s okay for us to spend $458,000,000 watching Charlie Sheen make boob jokes but it’s simply unimaginable that we could spend $458,000,000 to fix the roads, or institute a health care policy that will actually provide coverage for people so that nobody needs to raise money to pay for an organ transplant, or to effectively police our food and drink so that we don’t have to have melamine in pet food and children’s candy, or to institute actual financial reform to have regulators oversee banks making risky loans and securitizing them to pass the losses onto the taxpayer?

What kind of country can spend at least $458,000,000 watching TV but is going to tell the next president there’s no money to do anything to improve the country? Shame on America for being willing to spend money watching fake privileged kids text each other, but not for spending money to make sure that real kids can go visit the doctor.

The Fix: As before, I’ve advocated a sales tax or consumption tax equal to 50% of the value of any goods that cost more than $500; and as before, I’m advocating increasing the highest marginal tax rate to 50% or more.

What you can do until the Fix is In: Every hour of TV you watch, take $5 and put it in a jar. Once a week, send it to a charity that does something valuable for society or a person who needs it more than you do. Here are three to begin with:

Ryan and Angie Shaw and their twins, McHale and Mateo: Insurance companies won’t pay for Mateo and McHale’s medical bills, because these twins who were given a 5% chance of survival at birth (and who are surviving quite well, thanks, at nearly 3) have had so many surgeries they’ve maxed out their coverage. Society decided that it would rather watch Survivor: Whereever they Are Now than let two little boys get medical care; you can fix that by sending tax-deductible donations to the trust fund that helps pay for their care; send them to the Mateo and McHale Shaw Irrevocable SNT, c/o Kohler Credit Union, 850 Woodlake Road, Kohler, WI 53044. (Find out more here; once on that page, type mateoandmchale into the box labeled “Visit a Caring Bridge Website.”)

Help a Kid Get His First Book:Books For Kids” is a New York-tristate-area program that helps set up children’s libraries, promotes literacy, and gives away books — sometimes the first book a kid has ever owned. Local, state, and the federal government don’t make sure that kids read great books; you can, though, by donating money through their website.

Keep Some People Warm: Governmental policies have made fuel more expensive than ever. THAW: The Heat And Warmth Fund accepts donations to help low-income families in Michigan pay their heating bills in the winter; in addition, the group lobbies for longer-term relief through legislation.

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Shame On America Sunday (Saturday Edition): Grow Up About Taxes


I don’t have very much time because I’m babysitting today and will be rooting on my brother in the Chicago Marathon on Sunday, so here’s a special edition of Shame on America Sunday — the Saturday Edition. I’ll make it quick:

Be a grown up about taxes, will you?

That means just shut up and pay them. You don’t have to like it. You don’t have to pay more than your fair share. But, like getting up and going to work, like pretending to like green beans so the kids will eat them, like all the things adults do that they don’t really want to do but if adults don’t do them, who will, you have to pay taxes.

Here’s why: You like the stuff the government gives you. It’s that simple. You don’t gripe when the book store makes you pay for your books. You don’t try to weasel out of paying the tab when the bartender serves the mojitos. Nobody ever complains about the cost of an ice cream cone.

But everyone whines about taxes and tries to shift them off — let the corporations pay them — or avoid them by believing that politicians can hand you money and goodies for free.

Here is one thing you should know: Corporations don’t pay taxes. Never have. Never will. Not the small corporation I work for, not Microsoft, not any. I know they file corporate tax returns and those show that they’ve paid taxes, but those taxes get passed directly on to the person that buys the goods or services the corporation is selling. Sometimes they do it overtly, like when a plumber charged me $30 per hour plus a “fuel surcharge.” Sometimes they just charge you more for Windows Vista. So when you say tax the corporations you’re saying charge me more money for my mojitos.


Here’s another thing you should know: when the government gives you something, it has to pay for it with money from someone else. The government doesn’t earn anything. It lives on handouts — taxes you pay, or money from investors buying treasury bills. Those investors are increasingly foreign investors.

In 2007, according to this article which is easy to find and easier to want to ignore, foreigners owned 80% of the US Treasury notes payable in 3-to-10 years. That means that for the next few years, 80% of the money the US government pays back to investors goes to foreigners.

Is that more comforting than paying taxes? You’re still paying them, after all — the government gets the money to ship to foreign investors by taxing you (or by borrowing more money, but that’s for another day.) But the taxes you pay today are increasingly going to pay the money the government borrowed when you didn’t want to pay taxes 3 years ago or 7 years ago or 10 years ago.

Your attitude towards taxes, frankly, is this: I don’t want to pay for the mojito, so I’m going to ask the bartender to make someone else pay for it. And the next one. And the one after that. And eventually, I hope to be dead before I pay the tab and my kids can pay it.

Well, that’s a juvenile attitude. Expecting to get something for free, expecting to get things paid for by other people, postponing the day of reckoning, not dealing with issues, is a juvenile attitude and it is hurting the country. Americans have long passed the point where they could tolerate even the smallest discomfort for the good of the country. Americans don’t want to pay taxes and will resoundingly vote down anyone who does not promise to cut taxes. Forget tax increases; forget promising, as the good President Bush did, no new taxes. Today’s politicians have to promise to lower taxes — lower lower lower or they won’t get listened to at all.

That attitude: give me stuff for free, make someone else pay, postpone any trouble and don’t make me think about bad stuff, is not the attitude that built a cross-country railroad, united the country after the Civil War, fought and won two world wars, and landed a man on the moon.

It is, though, the attitude that demanded that Congress bailout a bunch of companies that probably deserved to go under, the attitude that made Congress borrow another trillion dollars that our kids will have to pay back because America was worried that the price of mojitos might have to be paid in cash, the attitude that just made things immeasurably worse in the future because America didn’t want things to be a little hard in the present.

A few weeks ago, Joe Biden pointed out that it’s a patriotic thing to do to pay taxes:

What happened? Newsweek told him to “shut up about the taxes.” Sarah You Betcha Palin said something in her debate pre-scripted lines about how she didn’t want to pay any more taxes.

Biden was, first of all, suggesting that people making over $250,000 pay more taxes. That would exclude over half the country since if you make over $250,000 you make more than the median income in every single city in the country; put another way, it means that no matter where you live, half the people or more make less than $250,000.

Biden was, second of all, right. Paying taxes is patriotic. Paying taxes is right up there with voting and serving in the armed services and the other duties that our country asks of us from time to time.

But Biden was criticized for being right, because Americans don’t have even the slightest tolerance for anything even remotely inconvenient or painful.

If we can’t bear to pay taxes to pay for the services we want, if we can’t bear to suffer through some economic downturns that are part of the natural cycle, if we can’t tolerate anything difficult or inconvenient or unpleasant, how are we going to win the War on Terror? How are we going to bring democracy to the world? How are we going to land a man on Mars?

It’s time to grow up, America. Adults pay their own bills.

The Fix, and What You Can Do Until The Fix Arrives: The next time you see a politician, tell him or her its okay not to promise cutting taxes. Ask him or her how they’re going to pay for the programs they promise. And tell Sarah Palin to shut the heck up.

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Worst Presidency Ever: A Closer Look At Shame On America Sunday: $18 per second.


Just this past Sunday, I pointed out that Bill Gates can spend $18 per second for 100 years, and have money left over. I also pointed out that if you took all but $1 billion away from each person on the Forbes 400 list this year, you’d have $1.1 trillion to do some good with — and each person on that list would still have $1,000,000,000 dollars.

Little did I know that the $1.1 trillion figure would become even bigger news this week, as the government continues robbing the poor to pay the rich. The Bush Administration, which has officially become the Worst Presidency Ever — seriously, if Bush had set out to deliberately destroy this country, and I’m not so sure he didn’t, he could not have possibly damaged the country more — the Worst Presidency Ever proposes to write a check for $1 trillion– that’s $1,000,000,000,000 — and give it to the Bush Administration to hand to investment bankers.

Now, first of all, that will do nothing for average people. Nothing nothing nothing nothing. If you do not work for an investment bank, mortgage security house, or other high-finance institution, then this proposal will not help you in the slightest. So if you are in favor of the Worst Presidency Ever’s proposal and you do not work for an investment bank, mortgage security house, or other high-finance institution, then you are a fool. The proposal being talked about so far would not give struggling homeowners any money; it would simply buy up ‘securities,’ meaning that the government would hold your mortgage. You would keep paying.

But second of all, the plan will be financed not by money we have now and not by taxes to raise that money; it will be financed by borrowing. Borrowing money means issuing government savings bonds, and that means paying interest on those government savings bonds, and that means that borrowing $700 million now (the initial price tag) requires paying back much much more than that over time.

The current interest rate on a 30-year treasury bond is 4.36 percent. I’m not even going to do the math. You do it. Figure out what 4.36% interest on $700,000,000,000 is.

That money will be paid back, if at all, by taxes. It will have to be paid back by taxes. Taxes that you and I will not pay. Those are taxes that our kids will pay, taxes they will pay on top of the taxes they are already paying.

Take the income tax you paid last year, and then add to that the amount equal to pay back $700,000,000,000 plus 4.36% interest for 30 years.

Run to Canada, boys — then the Worst Presidency
ever can’t pickpocket you.

Then go hug your children and tell that you’re sorry we’re going to do that to them, and you’re ashamed of America, too.

The Fix: Either (a) let the companies weather the storm, which would encourage banks to deal realistically with the problem they’ve created by reworking problematic mortgages and reducing exorbitant interest rates, and would avoid this trouble in the future by punishing not only the people who took out mortgages they should not have but also punishing the banks that should have refused to lend the money, or (b) institute a one-time luxury tax on all holdings over $1 billion and use that to fund the bailout; the bailout money will be paid to companies in which the billionaires hold stakes, anyway, so the government is in effect using the billionaires’ money to pay off the billionaires’ mistakes.

Oh, and (c) rue the day we elected George W. Bush. At least I never voted for him. I don’t have to apologize to my kids for that.

What you can do until the fix is in? Contact your congressperson and tell them that you are AGAINST using your children’s money to bailout corporations. You can do it easily, and here’s how: This link will take you to a map of the US. Click your state and you’ll see a list of your congressional representatives– emails and phone numbers. Call and email them now and tell them:

I don’t want my children’s money used to bail out billionaires.

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Shame On America Sunday: 18 bucks a second

I hope that all of the people who decry me as a socialist are frantically writing to any elected officials they can, and saying For God’s sake, I am opposed to socialism of the type that I decry when The Trouble With Roy espouses it, so please, Mr. Government Official, do not in any way interfere in the marketplace by, for example, bailing out Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac and AIG. I’m willing to let all my insurance premiums be for naught because I’m opposed to socialism!

All the “you’re nothing but a socialist” types, you’re doing that, right? Or are you NOT, because you think government intervention in the marketplace is okay when you want them to do that? If so, then line up with the people who tell me It’s their money and that I shouldn’t tell people what to do with their money … yes, yes, over under the sign that reads “Hypocrites.”

If you’re going to disagree with me about what I write, in Shame On America Sunday or anything else, you should at least make sure you’re being consistent. Don’t say “It’s their money, they can do what they want with it” unless you are also intending to say “it’s okay to buy and sell human beings,” because if it’s their money to do what they want with, then there are no limits. That’s what you’re saying. if, on the other hand, there are limits, then I’m free to say that those limits should include not wearing a $313,000 outfit and you can’t respond that it’s their money because we agree that there’s limits.

I bring those two points up in advance because I’m going to hear a lot of that today as we look at people who have more money than the law should allow them to have.

The Forbes 400 list came out this week; the big story about that was that for the first time ever, if you have only $1 billion, you are not among the 400 richest people in America.

Only $1 billion. There are 400 people who have more than One billion dollars. That’s one of the main stories about the list. There were a lot of stories, but that was one that got the most attention.

A lot of attention was paid to this list, and I followed that attention, and not once did I hear anyone even remotely approach the notion that it is disgusting, it is contemptible, for people to have that much money.

It is contemptible, moreover, regardless of how much the greedy rich person gives to charity.

I’m comfortable saying that, and here’s why: Just as there can be limits on how much money you spend on something, there should also be a limit on how much money you need in a lifetime.

Now all the hackles just went up again, as people get ready to tell me You can’t just take away their money and they give a lot to charity.

I can, though, just take away their money. Well, I can’t. But politicians can, and they should do so. They should do so for the same reason they already do so — they should take away the money because the greedy billionaires do not need it, and other people do.

The government already takes the money it figures you do not need, and gives it to the people and institutions it thinks do need that money; that’s what taxes are. People, too, take money that they do not need, and give it to institutions and people that do need it; that’s called charity.

The government should take away most of the Forbes 400’s money, and give it to people who need it.

It should do that even though those people may already pay a lot in taxes and may give a lot to charity. They have more than they will ever need, more than they should have, and it does not matter how much they give to charity; it’s greedy of them to keep the amounts they have.

The Forbes 400 multibillionaires, regardless of how much they give to charity, are hoarding wealth, hoarding wealth and using it for selfish purposes — and doing so when it cannot possibly gain them any more in terms of luxury, comfort, or material gains.

In other words, they’re keeping money they will never have any need for and cannot use now — while keeping that money from people who could use it. That’s why I say they’re greedy, and that’s why the government should take it away from them, as much as the government can.

And, as I said, I don’t care how much they give to charity. They still have too much. Most people will disagree with that, but I’m right. People will think they can’t have too much because it’s money. But they can have too much, because they have more than they could ever use and are keeping it from those who could use it. Keeping something that you have no need for, keeping it and keeping others from using it, is greedy and selfish and hoarding.

Let me give you an analogy. Suppose I’m talking about food. Suppose I stockpile enough food in a warehouse for me to eat for my entire lifetime; food enough that I would never be hungry, even if I lived to be 150 years old.

At that point, I don’t need more food, do I? I don’t need more food stockpiled.

But suppose that I’m the nervous type. Suppose I say what if my needs change, and I suddenly require double the calories each day? Or what if my first food supply gets nuked? So I decide to be safe. I stockpile enough food for three lifetimes, in different locations.

At that point, I don’t need more food, do I? Shouldn’t I quit stockpiling food?

If I keep stockpiling food, despite having enough for three lifetimes, then that is only justifiable if everyone else everywhere has enough food, too — because otherwise, I’ve got three lifetimes worth of food that I will never eat, while people are starving.

Suppose, then, that I keep my three lifetimes worth of food, and keep stockpiling more — but now I take 1/2 of all the new food I gather up, and give that away. So after a few years, I’ve given away a lifetime’s worth of food, but I have four lifetimes worth of food stockpiled, and there are still people starving.

What do you think of me now? Is it right that I have four lifetimes’ worth of food, food I’ll never ever eat, while people starve? Is it right even though I gave away a whole lifetime worth of food?

Of course it’s not.

That’s why it’s wrong that the people on the Forbes 400 list have that much money. That’s why it’s greedy and selfish of them. That’s why our country should not countenance that. I’m not against people being rich — even though nobody anywhere needs to earn more than $200,000 per adult in their household– but I am against people hoarding resources (money is a resource) and using resources foolishly while others go without.

Let’s take the top person on the list. Bill Gates is worth $59 billion dollars. I’m not sure that anyone can really take in the scope of $59 billion dollars, and writing it like that doesn’t help.

Here’s $59 billion dollars in numeric form: $59,000,000,000. Looks like a lot more there, doesn’t it?

Here’s how $59 billion dollars measures out over a human lifespan. If a person lives to be 100, he or she could spend $589,999,900 every year he was alive, and still die with $10,000 leftover to cover funeral expenses.

That $589,999,900 per year breaks down like this: That selfish billionaire could spend $1,616,438.08 per day, each and every day of his life from the moment he’s born until the day he dies — and still have $10,000 left over.

That person — Bill Gates — could spent $67,351.58 per hour of his existence, living to be 100, and still have $10,000 left over. That’s $1,122.52 per minute, with money left over.

$18 per second. That’s what $59 billion is, over 100 years of existence, a person with $59 billion can spend $18 per second; $18 per heartbeat… and never run out of money.

In other words, Bill Gates cannot spend all of his money. If he set about trying to do just that… short of giving it away… Bill Gates could not spend all of his money — and if he even came close, he would either be vastly overpaying for the things he bought, or he would simply be accumulating wealth and things he does not need and should not be allowed to own (like private islands — which I’ll get to someday, but not today)

I don’t mean to pick on Bill Gates alone; his hoarding of $59 million is the tops on the list of the Forbes 400, but by no means the only example of a rich, greedy person withholding resources from people when he himself cannot use those resources.

The top 10 people on that list of people who should be ashamed of themselves, and who should hope that the population of the U.S. doesn’t listen to me and realize that they could simply vote to take away that money, have together a net worth of $271.2 billion. In numeric notation, that’s:

$271,200,000,000.

That’s just the top 10. The entire list of 400 is worth $1.54 trillion; and again, it looks less evil to write it that way, so I’ll write it out numerically:

$1,540,000,000,000.

Supposing– just supposing, that each greedy billionaire on the list were to simply give away all of their assets except $1 billion. Suppose they gave it all away, but each of those 400 people kept $1 billion for themselves.

That would leave each billionaire with $1,000,000,000. Is that enough to live on? Again, do the math. If you lived 100 years and had $1,000,000,000, you could spend $10,000,000 per year, or $27,397 per day, each and every day of your life.

I think they’d make do. I think a billion dollars would manage to help them muddle through.

Doing that — having them give it away, or taking it from them, would keep $400 billion in the ranks of the Forbes 400, but would free up … $1,140,000,000,000.

Over 100 years, the money that would be taken from them would allow the US to spend $11,400,000,000 per year.

Assuming that we didn’t invest that money and get some interest, of course. I wonder how much better a place to live the US would be with an additional $11 billion dollars per year for schools and social programs and roads?

Bill Gates has net worth of $59 billion dollars; reducing that to $1 billion dollars would not in any way change his lifestyle, but would help countless people in the United States achieve something a little more than they thought they could. It could, for example, help someone pay for, say, a kidney transplant.

That’s what Jay Menhennet III is trying to do. Jay is getting his second kidney transplant, from a kidney donated by his sister. Jay’s body rejected the first one; he’s struggled all his life with diabetes and has had part of his right leg amputated.

A kidney transplant costs $250,000 (So Bill Gates could buy himself 236,000 kidney transplants! Or he could buy himself a new kidney every four hours for the next 100 years!), and there are additional costs beyond that, costs that are not always covered by insurance. The medications cost $2,000-$5,000 per month (so the average selfish billionaire on the list could use about 3 minutes’ worth of his money to pay for a month’s worth of medications!)

Jay, and his family and his friends don’t have $59 billion dollars. They can’t spend $18 per second every second of their lives for a 100 years. Because of that, they have to find a different way to pay for a kidney for Jay. They are trying to raise money to defray those costs; they’re having a pasta dinner pretty soon, and they’re asking people to pay $6 per ticket (or 1/3 of a second worth of Bill Gates’ existence; Bill Gates could treat 9 billion of his friends and have money left over!) to try to help cover the costs, and they’ve also set up a fund to help, and they’ve listed him on the website for the National Foundation for Transplants.

They have to rely on donations, you know. Donations for money and time and even for an organ. But luckily for Jay, not everyone is like the Forbes 400; not everyone takes resources that are precious and keeps them from other who need them. There are, instead, people like Jay’s sister, who realized that she only needs one kidney, so she’s giving Jay her other one. Even one of Jay’s nieces offered her kidney.

Total number of kidneys offered by the Forbes 400 to help Jay? Zero. Total number of kidneys offered by people who can’t spend $18 per second? Three.

But, then, hoarders don’t give up anything valuable, do they? So we can’t expect that the Forbes 400, who are so intent on keeping resources they could never need or use in their lifetime, to give up anything they’ve hoarded.

Lucky for Jay, he’s not relying on the goodness of the Forbes 400; he’s relying on people like me and you. We may not have $18 bucks a second, but we do have some spare kidneys, and we do like pasta.

You can donate money to Jay — it’s a tax deduction just like the selfish billionaires get — by sending it to: NFT Ohio Kidney Fund, 5350 Poplar Ave., Suite 430, Memphis, Tenn. 38119.

Read more about Jay by clicking this link
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The Fix: The highest marginal level of income tax should be raised to 60% of annual income over $1 million dollars; there should be a federal property tax leveled on property and assets held above $1 million dollars. Those, plus the remedies I advised to keep celebrities from owning 160 cars, would help.

What You Can Do Until The Fix Is Done: (1) Make sure your license okays you to be re an organ donor — you certainly can’t use them after you’re dead, and (2) make a contribution to The National Foundation For Transplants to help someone like Jay afford the basic necessities of life (Yes, I’m counting “a functioning kidney” as a basic necessity of life; if that makes me a socialist, I’m okay with that) until such time as voters get their act together and start voting for politicians who understand that it’s okay to tax the rich because the rich will have more than enough left over, and (3) voters, get your act together and start voting for politicians who understand that it’s okay to tax the rich because the rich will have more than enough left over– and demand that they do so!

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Admit You’re A Cult: A Closer Look At A Previous Showdown Between Two Freaky Cults That For Some Reason Are Used To Sell You Things.

The Best Of Everything not only tells you what’s The Best in any category, but sometimes takes a closer look at a previous Best, like this one, which appeared on that site yesterday:


As everyone who reads TBOE knows, Our Opinions Are Righter Than Yours. That’s not just some advertising slogan; it’s a responsibility I shoulder for the world, to always be righter than everyone else in the world including myself. I take that responsibility seriously; I spend hours and days and weeks making sure that I am parodoxically righter than everyone in the world including myself.

I don’t take it so seriously, though, that I bother fact-checking or researching anything beyond sometimes googling something to find out if a couple of sketchy websites back up whatever theory I’m propounding that day; let’s not be ridiculous here.

Because I take that responsibility so seriously, I was dismayed this morning when I intuitively realized that one of the September Showdowns was, in fact, no longer a showdown!

Just about two weeks ago, I picked The Best Freaky Hippy Cult That For Some Reason Is Used to Sell You Stuff. At the time, I was only aware of two possible freaky hippy cults that for some reason were used to sell you stuff, and so I was free to use that as a showdown because showdowns are only between two possible contenders, and I only knew of two possible contenders. And you know, or should know my motto: If I don’t know about it, it doesn’t exist.

That, by the way, is an awesome way to live life. If I don’t know about something, it doesn’t exist. Just like if I don’t immediately recognize someone, they’re not famous and if I don’t like a song, it sucks. Trust me on all of these; they’re correct because I’m correct.

Since, at the time I posted that nomination, I only knew of the two freaky hippy cults, I had no difficulty deciding that there were only two freaky hippy cults that were for some reason used to sell you stuff.

Then, this week, I learned about I’m From Barcelona, and particularly the song We’re From Barcelona.

And I also learned, then, that I’m From Barcelonas song We’re From Barcelona was used in an ad for JCPenney.

And I also learned, then, too, that I’m From Barcelona is some kind of eclectic 29-member band of people that play kazoos and banjos and are all friends and who all got together and recorded an album and then caught on and recorded more albums, and I don’t know about you but that all proves a couple of things to me:

First: It proves they’re a freaky hippy cult, because who has 29 friends that all play instruments and just drop by to record albums? Come on, guys. ‘Fess up. You’re trying to convert people, right? You don’t admit it, but you are, aren’t you?

Second, it proves that I was right: The banjo is so lame it’s cool. If it wasn’t cool, why would a freaky hippy cult use it as part of their master plan to convert you and sell you Wrangler jeans?

As for the Showdown? Well, I might put I’m From Barcelona in the running for that nomination, but they first have to admit to me that they’re a freaky hippy cult.

Also, click that link above to hear “We’re From Barcelona.” This isn’t that song:

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Some people are better than others: The Best Sneetch.

The Best of Everything really does set out The Best of Everything; this appeared there first:


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For someone who generally doesn’t read this blog, Sweetie is a fountain of ideas for me. When she propounded her “Second Banana Theory,” she gave me the premise for the showdown between Andy Richter TV shows with “Andy” in the title; then, for today, she also gave me the actual Showdown.

Imagine how much better my life, and this blog, which is a part of my life, would be if I were to listen to Sweetie more often? Or at all? I’m going to start trying to remember to want to listen to Sweetie instead of just sitting silently during our conversations waiting for a break so I can insert the cool joke I thought up during our previous conversation.

Anyway, today’s Showdown is one that is both incredibly tough and incredibly relevant: Deciding who is The Best Sneetch.

Everyone remembers The Sneetches, right? They were the birdlike creatures that lived on beaches and ran into trouble when Sylvester McMonkey McBean came along with his Star-On/Star-Off machines and messed up their whole society. Before McBean came along, they had a system of telling who was better or worse than the others — stars vs. no-stars. After McBean came along, there were Sneetches who had stars, who had no stars, who had multiple stars, who had stars in weird places, and the whole Sneetch society was destroyed.

There are people who will argue with me about that last sentence. Those people will tell me you can’t say their society was destroyed, because that’s not the case and because that makes it sound like the ending was a bad thing. Those people who raise that argument are, in a word, wrong. They are, in two words, wrong and misguided.

Those people who don’t think that Sneetch society was destroyed, and/or who think that destroying Sneetch society was not a bad thing, are bad for our society, because they don’t want people to be better than others, ever, even if there is a good reason for deeming one person to be better than the other.

That’s the truth about our society, and about humans in general, and possibly about Sneetches: one person frequently IS better than another. The McBeans of the world don’t want that to be true, but it is true, and it’s not necessarily a bad thing.

Let’s review The Sneetches, which I’ve read a lot in the past two years because the Babies! just turned 2 and I read to them almost every night, although many nights I read them the books out of order and in parts, because Mr F usually sits on my lap as we read, and he likes to flip pages randomly, so as we read, he will skip ahead and back and jump whole sections and then return to the beginning. If you imagine a collaboration between Dr. Seuss and Kurt Vonnegut, you’ll get the general idea of what it’s like to read a story with Mr F in charge of the pages.

Still, in one order or another I’ve read the Sneetches a lot in the past two years, and I’m very familiar with the premise, and I’m also very familiar with some things that were left out of the premise, and that is this: Dr. Seuss never tells you what purpose the stars served or how they got there or how Sneetch society ended up that way.

Yeah. Chew on that for a while. All our lives, we’ve all thought The Sneetches was about how we’re not supposed to judge people based on appearance or about how people are not necessarily better or worse because of their appearance — but that is just an assumption we’ve made.

This assumption proves yet again, the My Aunt’s Dog Theorem, since generations of people have blithely assumed this: The stars on their bellies serve no purpose and are merely cosmetic. That’s what you have to assume, if the moral of The Sneetches is that we can’t judge people merely by appearance; you have to assume that the stars are cosmetic and have no purpose whatsoever because if the stars have a purpose, then we have no basis for assuming that they’re a good or bad thing.

The stars, in most people’s view, are something akin to skin color or hair color or eye color — a superficial trait that denotes nothing, really, about the person/Sneetch underneath the skin color/hair color.

But Dr. Seuss never says that.

Nothing in The Sneetches ever says the stars are superficial markings. And why do we assume that they are superficial markings? Most animals do not have superficial markings; most animals’ markings serve a purpose of one sort or another. Take the peacock tail. The peacock tail seems to be among the most superficial-seeming flourish an animal can have. But it serves a purpose — attracting a mate. It serves a purpose so powerfully that despite generally being a liability to the peacock, the tail has continued to be a feature of the peacock instead of being slowly bred out over time.

Markings in animals serve to attract mates, or discourage predators from attacking, or to blend in to surroundings, or a variety of other purposes. But despite that, we humans simply assume that the stars the Sneetches had on their bellies served no purpose, that they were simply ornamental. We assumed that because human beings are the only animals who in fact do have superficial markings — but we actually have very few superficial markings, when it comes down to it.

Humans have superficial markings that don’t bear directly on our ability to survive or mate or attack or otherwise interact with the world around us; skin color and hair color and eye color in particular have nothing to do with a human being’s worth or lack thereof. But we have other markings that everyone assumes are superficial and yet they’re are not. These are markings like earrings, and haircuts, and clothing, and tattoos. We assume these are superficial, because they can be changed, but they’re not superficial. They in fact tell something about you, or me, or the person with the tattoo/earring/nose ring/mohawk.

Look around, wherever you are right now, unless like me you are sitting in an office at “work” staring at your computer and nobody else is in your office because you’ve cultivated a curmudgeon attitude, or at least you hope it’s deemed to be “curmudgeon,” because the alternative is “antisocial loner,” and that’s not as nice-seeming. If that’s the case, go mingle with your coworkers or the people around you, and then look around.

When you see people around you, ask yourself what their outward, “superficial” appearance tells you. Do they have a nose ring? Long hair? Short hair? Earrings? Can you see a tattoo? Are they wearing jeans? Or a tie? Do they have their sleeves rolled up (like I do) and their tie loosened (like I do), or are they buttoned up?

All of that says something; all of that is intended, consciously or subconsciously, to send a message. Sleeves rolled up/tie loosened, for example, means more than my sleeves are always a little short for me and my neck is kind of chubby (which is what it mostly means for me); it also means I’m working hard and I need to be formal for the office but I’m really an informal kind of guy. I roll up my sleeves and loosen my tie to let you know that you don’t need to call me “Mr. The Trouble With Roy,” you can just call me “Roy.”

Nose rings tell people you’re a hipster who wants people to think you don’t t care what they think. A crewcut tells people you’re ex-military, or that you don’t give much attention to your apperance, or that you’re too cheap to get haircuts by a barber and instead choose to clip your own hair (me, again.)

I won’t elaborate on all possible non-superficial markings that humans have; you get my point, and my point is, as usual, the correct point, which is that seemingly superficial markings on human beings serve to set your status in the world and also to show you whether that person can be trusted or is a threat or whatever other message needs to be sent.

So why, then, do we assume for no reason whatsoever that the stars on the bellies of some Sneetches had no point? That they were purely superficial, artificial markings? Why do we think that?

It’s because we want to think that, of course. That’s why we think everything that we think: Because we want to think that.

We want to think that the stars on the Sneetches bellies were superficial markings that served no real purpose because otherwise the story is a much more complex story with unsettling ramifications in our real lives.

Here’s our version of the story, and how it applies to us: The stars don’t mean anything, so those star-bellied Sneetches shouldn’t have been so uppity, so it was a good thing that the plain-bellied Sneetches challenged the society, and ultimately it’s a good thing that no Sneetches were better than any other Sneetches, which is comforting for me because it tells me in my life that nobody is actually better than me.

Here’s a more complicated version of the story with unsettling ramifications for us and our lives: The stars mean something; I’m not sure what. But when the plainbellies got stars on their bellies, it messed up the system, so the starbellies had to do something to make sure that society wouldn’t collapse, only things got all screwed up and now, even though they needed a way to tell whether some people were better than others, they can’t, and Sneetch society is in trouble. Also, in my own life, that means that people might actually be better than me.

That latter one doesn’t make for a very good kids’ book, does it? Or a very nice thought to ponder while driving home from work. That’s why everyone wants to assume that the first version of the story is the “real” version of the story.

But here’s the thing: society is made up of people that are better than other people at things. And here’s another thing: it needs to be that way. And here’s yet another-er thing: We need ways to tell who is better than someone else.

Maybe McBean wasn’t such a great guy after all. Why, even, do people assume that he was? I think he was kind of a troublemaker and con man. He upsets society for money and then drives away, leaving everything in a bind, and we think maybe he did a good thing? Dr. Seuss never said that, either, and I got the distinct impression that Seuss thought maybe McBean wasn’t so great.)

In society, we need people to be better at some things than other people, and some people are better at things than other people. We need, for example, some people to be better at surgery, and we need those people to be surgeons. We need people to be better at leading, and we need those people to lead. We need people to be better at cooking, and we need those people to cook.

Having everyone be equally good at everything is only a good thing if (a) the level of skill that everyone has is a high level of skill — it doesn’t do much good to have people all be equally good at heart surgery if our level of skill is terrible — and (b) despite being equally good at everything, people still went into different professions. One of the things that led me to become a lawyer is that I wasn’t terribly good at math and science; originally, I was pre-med in college but I lacked skill in math and science, so I went into law instead. If I’d been as good at math and science as everyone else in the world, I might have become a doctor, and we’d have one less lawyer in the world.

No jokes, please.

Okay, fine, make those jokes; but if you do, send them to me so I can enjoy them, too. Still, while having fewer lawyers in general might be good, having me not be a lawyer might be deemed to be a terrible thing by my clients, who have generally been pleased with my services and who I’ve done some fine things for.

It’s also true that some people simply are better at things than others. Tiger Woods is simply better at golf than other human beings. Brett Favre is better at quarterbacking than other human beings. Bill Gates is better at selling computer programs than others. Tom Hanks is better at acting than others.

There’s nothing wrong with people being better than other people at something. There’s also nothing wrong with recognizing that some people are better at things than others, and giving them their due credit for it. That’s a basic part of society: People compete to be better at something than others, on a variety of levels and in a variety of fora. People compete to be better at parenting, better at getting married, better at getting promoted, better at staying married, better at life. That competition is healthy and good for society. It makes us better to try to be better.

Now, having proven that it’s both normal and good for society to both have people be better at things than others, and to recognize that, let’s move on to the next level: It’s okay for society to assume that some people are simply better people than others.

Provided, I’ll add, that you’re judging based on good qualities. If you provide that, then it’s perfectly acceptable, and good, for society to say that some people are simply better people than others — and we have to do it.

Your first instinct was no doubt to react in horror and be ready to denounce me, but hold on a second; don’t hit the denounce key just yet. Instead, stop and think, and you’ll realize it’s true. Some people are better than others.

Start with the easy ones. Pretty much everyone is better than Hitler, right? And Stalin? We can all agree that everyone we all know or have run into is generally better than Hitler and Stalin. Then throw in Ted Bundy and the Unabomber. Everyone I know is better than Hitler, Stalin, Ted Bundy, and the Unabomber. I don’t even have to think about it very long. They’re just better, because they haven’t committed genocide and started world wars and blown up or murdered innocent people.

As you start thinking like that, then, you can sort people into “better” or “worse” categories. “Better” people include people who are good parents and good family members and good coworkers. “Worse” people are people who embezzle money or torture animals or drive too fast on the highway and keep me from making my exit.


As you start doing that, you’ll sit back and take your finger off the denounce key because I’m right: some people are better than others. There is a universal set of values that we can all agree on, values that exist in every society and have always existed, which helps us to rank and sort and judge people, and by that universal set of values that exists, values that insist that we should not harm others and should try to coexist peacefully, we can rank people based on how well they uphold those values in their lives, and the better people are at upholding those values, the better people they are.

So you see? I didn’t base it on athleticism or medical skill or money; I based on it on the universal core beliefs that all human beings hold, beliefs that tell us inherently that some people are better than others.

If Thomas Jefferson had been more accurate, he’d have written that all men and women are created equal but then they by their actions demonstrate that they are better or worse than each other. (Then again, he was concerned about declaring independence from England, and not concerned about declaring which Sneetch was The Best, so I’ll let him off the hook.)

Now, having come all this way, go back and look at the original questions that led us down this path — why we assume that the stars were superficial markings, and why we want to believe that people are all equally good. The answer to both is the same: We generally assume in our lives, until required to do otherwise, that everyone is equally good and that the separations between us are simply superficial societal markings that do not inherently denote worth because that’s the simplest way to go about life; and that’s the simplest way to go about life because it doesn’t raise unsettling questions like maybe I’m not as good a person as I could be or why am I hanging around this person?

And, we assume that everyone is good, etc., while at the exact same time making judgments about how good (or bad) other people are, and then not acknowledging that we’ve made those judgments.

We do all this because it’s simple.

It is simpler to say I believe everyone is equally good and valuable to society than it is to say I believe that some people are better than others and here’s why… because the latter invites thought and controversy and people hitting the denounce key. The society we’ve created is one that wants to insist (while not actually believing) that everyone is not just created equal but remains equal throughout their lives, that our actions cannot move us up or down in human esteem even though just the opposite is true: we all start at the same starting line, but finish where we end up because of our actions, and how you run the race determines how much respect you should get.

It is simpler to say I believe everyone is equally good, etc. and then make value judgments based on seemingly-superficial qualities like whether someone is wearing a tie or not while not acknowledging the internal contradiction because we don’t want to acknowledge the internal contradiction — that’s uncomfortable — and, again, because our society (all around the world) demands that we not acknowledge that some people are better than others.

And it is simpler to say I believe that some people are deemed better than others because of their superficial qualities rather than their inherent goodness or badness because we would all rather believe that other people got ahead on luck or looks or lucre than on good or bad qualities. We’d rather believe that because if people got ahead on good qualities, it makes us wonder whether we are doing the right thing and measure up; who wants to be all wrapped up in self-doubt? But if people got ahead on bad qualities, that’s worse: who wants to live in a society where people get ahead by lying, cheating or stealing?

We cover the contours of our society and our belief with a mental wallpaper that declares that all people are equally good, and we hope then that nothing punches through into the nooks and crannies we’ve covered up, and then, when we read The Sneetches, we quickly mentally decide that the stars on their bellies are simply superficial markings that mean nothing because if we don’t do these things, we might be beset with self-doubt and controversy and continued questioning.

All of which leads to this: which Sneetch was really The Best?

If you’ve been following, you know the answer: It was the Plain-Bellied Sneetches.

The Plain-Bellied Sneetches, who had none upon thars, were The Best Sneetch, because The Plain-Bellied Sneetches did not simply sit back in their society and accept it for what it was. The Plain-Bellied Sneetches did not meekly decide that it was okay to be locked out of weenie roasts and games, and did not go off and form their own separate society of weenie-roasts and games.

No, the Plain-Bellied Sneetches looked at society and questioned it and asked why? Why is it that we are excluded? Are they really so much greater than us? Have we been judging the elite in our society — for all societies have an elite, and sometimes several depending on which facet of society you look at — have we been judging the elite in our society by the right criteria?

The Plain-Bellied Sneetches asked whether it was right and just that some members of society should be entitled to more than their fair share, whether the measure of who gets what and why was being done right. Should we be distributing the rewards of society based solely on these stars? they asked. Or is there a better way to do it?

All societies have to distribute their rewards one way or another; they can do it equally or unequally. They can do it based on one, or many, factors. Distributing rewards is not wrong; it is a function of society.

But society has to do that, has to distribute its rewards, in a way that is fair. It has to do that in a way that rewards the kind of behaviors and values and traits that society wants to encourage, and punishes the behaviors and values and traits that society wants to deter. A society could, for example, distribute most of its rewards to those people who are born into the right family, or to those people who marry the right person, or to those people who are lucky enough to catch the attention of the media and hold it.

A society could even, if it wanted to, give most of its rewards to those lucky enough to be born with a star on their belly.

But when a society begins to distribute its rewards the wrong way — when it gives more to people who do not contribute as much, when it heaps riches on those who do not appreciate it or who use it selfishly or otherwise abuse their rewards, when society takes a wrong turn– then it’s time for the Plain-Bellies to begin questioning things.

That will never happen in the Plain Bellies keep tricking themselves. Society will never correct itself if the Plain Bellies, instead of asking why things are the way they are and whether there’s not a better way to do things, if instead of doing that the Plain Bellies simply hope that they, too, will be invited to the weenie roasts or go start their own weenie roast, society will never fix itself and nobody will be making sure that we’re encouraging people to be better and not worse.


The Star-Bellies weren’t the villain. McBean wasn’t the villain. The villain in The Sneetches was the initial unquestioned acceptance of the status quo by the Sneetches; when things got offtrack on the beaches, nobody at first was going to do anything about it. Nobody until the Plain-Bellies got it into their heads to mess with the system using McBean’s machine — and everyone began to question the values they’d internalized, and everyone began to ask what really made a Sneetch worthwhile, and everyone began to look for an answer to that question that was based on something other than the system they’d used to get into the mess in the first place.

The whole Sneetch society was destroyed, ultimately: Sneetches were no longer judged on whether they had a star or not. The Sneetches took a good hard look at themselves as they passed through McBean’s machine, and decided that there was a better way to do things.

We should be so lucky as to have our own Plain-Bellied Sneetches,who, because they questioned their society and challenged it and made it a better place, are The Best Sneetch.

Related: Want to know what the “My Aunt’s Dog Theorem” is all about? Find out by reading about The Best Song in A Language Other Than English. Think this is all too much meaning to ascribe to a simple kid’s book? Then get away from all this junk and read why The Pigeon Finds a Hot Dog was The Best Children’s Book.

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Shame On America Sunday: Housing Edition.

As I said last week, I don’t like to get too serious or too political on my blogs. But the people who are supposed to be serious and political and take on weighty issues are too busy debating… nothing. Fiddling while Rome burns. So until America lives up to its promise and takes care of everyone and makes sure that everyone enjoys basic human dignity and comfort, I am devoting every Sunday to Shame On America Sunday.

I may have erred slightly in taking on Barack Obama in the first Shame On America Sunday, as people thought it was a political attack.

It was not; it was an attack on a rich man who was using money to do rich man things while poor people suffered. My point about Same Ol’ Obama is that he spent millions to have a fancy party for his supporters, while people like the Shaws have to pay for medical care for their kids out of their own pockets.

I stand by that; if Same Ol’ Obama really wanted to make a difference, he’d have invited Ryan and Angie Shaw onto that stage, and promised the world that they and everyone like them, within four years, would never ever have to wonder whether they should take their babies to the doctor or buy them groceries.

But it was not a political attack; Obama at least has a plan to provide health insurance — necessary to secure health care, which is a basic human right on par with “life” and “liberty”– to the country. We’ll see if he can do it. I hope he can.

In the meanwhile, Shame On America Sunday will continue my mission to point out the awful inequities of American life, where for some reason most people (not me) celebrate the rich and enjoy the way the rich waste money while the rest of us must struggle to pay school fees and put food on the table. America is the richest, best country in the history of the world, but it is failing and people are letting it fail, and that should not be.

We should not allow people to have more than they ever need in their life. We should not allow people to thoughtlessly squander, on excessive boorish luxuries, money, spending on one tiny item enough money to support someone for their whole life.

We should, in short, not allow someone like David Saperstein or Susan Saperstein to behave the way David Saperstein and Susan Saperstein do.

David and Susan Saperstein are rich people who want you to know who rich they are; they are rich people who will waste more money in a day than I will make in a year.

Let’s take Susan first: Susan Saperstein was described once, by Vanity Fair — and if you read Vanity Fair you are part of the problem I’m trying to fight — as “probably the world’s No 1 consumer of haute couture and 18th century furniture.” (Source)

As though that were a good thing. For those of you wondering what haute couture is, it means “things that cost more than most people make in a year and which will be worn once, if at all, by a foolish and selfish person.”

Susan Saperstein married a rich man. She didn’t do anything to help him earn that wealth, but she sure knew how to spend it: while they were married Susan (whose name is spelled Suzanne in some reports) owned several horses and would fly to Europe on the couple’s private jet for “shows and fittings.” (Source.) She flew a private jet to Europe to try on clothing.

It seems fitting that she was served with divorce papers on that private jet. It didn’t matter; when she was divorced, she got a staggering sum of money — including an obscenely gauche house that is an insult to anyone who goes to work every day, a house that she put on the market for $125,000,000.

David Saperstein is no better: when he was still living in the $125,000,000 house with his then-wife and the nanny he left her for (according to some reports), he said he and his family were just like anyone else, trying to put bread on the table. That’s not just disingenous; that’s rude to people who really do try to put bread on the table. David Saperstein started out with not much and grew it to a great deal. That’s to his credit. He then not only forgot what he came from, he decided to actively insult the type of people he used to be by claiming that, as someone with a $125,000,000 house, he was “trying” to put bread on the table.

The table that David Saperstein was trying to put bread on was a table located in a 45,000 square foot house. That is roughly twenty times the size of the average house in my community. David Saperstein is so (self) important that he needs 20 times the space you or I do.

That’s a lot of space, you’re thinking, and you’re right. But he needs more, because the $125,000,000 house is not his only house; he also built the “Hummingbird Nest Ranch,” which has 140 acres of extreme disdain for other people and excessive displays of wealth spread across the Simi Valley.

Want to know more about the kinds of tables David Saperstein was just trying to put bread on? I’d like to tell you, but there’s precious little information on the kinds of tables the Sapersteins bought as a furniture-based substitute for just spitting on people; buying furniture is a good substitute for spitting on people because society would frown on them if they actually thumbed their noses at us, but applauds them for garish displays of excess that are the functional equivalent of that. Remember that: physically spitting on people = bad. Metaphorically spitting on people by spending obscene amounts of money = good.


So while we don’t know much about the tables, there are other details you can get about the Sapersteins’ life and how they metaphorically are spitting on you.

One blog describes the $125,000,000 home, incorrectly, as “extravagant” and “sumptuous.” The actual words you are looking for, blogger, is “insulting” and “wasteful.” (We would also have accepted “deserving of a special circle of Hell, if there is justice in the universe.”)

Here are those details:

It has Italian marble walls, Saperstein_mansionFrench limestone floors, gold-embossed leather wall coverings, and gold-leaf crowned moldings, according to the property listing. Rooms include a ballroom with ceiling frescoes, a library with a first-edition book collection, two kitchens and a screening room with seating for 50. A pool house has a full kitchen, a massage room and a gym. Also on the property: a three-bedroom manager’s house, staff quarters for 10, a nine-car garage and a ¾-mile jogging track

(Source.)

I am glad to know that the Sapersteins, whose disdain for the rest of us knows no bounds, did not have to actually walk all the way from their pool house to the main house to get a meal. I would wonder how I survived without a kitchen in my pool house, except that I don’t have a pool house. If I want to swim, I have to go to the community pool or the one at my health club. We take one of the cars from our two-car garage. Sometimes we also drive them to the library, where I check out books. I’m not sure if they are first edition books; I take them to read them, not to flaunt them in people’s faces like the Sapersteins.

Flaunt they do. Do you know why you have marble imported from Italy? So you can say “That marble is imported from Italy.” So that you can be a smug, overspending loser with no concept of value. Marble is marble. Nobody even knows it’s marble, let alone that it’s from Italy, until you tell them, right, David Saperstein? And you do tell them, don’t you, David Saperstein. Jerk.

One person who won’t be touring David Saperstein’s monument to his own lack of concern or compassion about the human race is Debbie Aurelio. Debbie Aurelio lives in Hawaii, a state that I usually use as a synonym for paradise. It’s not paradise for Debbie Aurelio, though. Debbie was trying to refinance her house and got taken by a scam artist. She learned, too late, that she no longer owned her own home.

Debbie’s home shares something in common with David Sapersteins: both houses have a carport. Debbie doesn’t have a massage room, which is too bad because she could probably use a break from the stress of trying to fight to save her house. After realizing that she’d been bamboozled and no longer owned her house, that con artists had the title to her house and her equity, Debbie tried to hire a lawyer.

And failed.

Debbie couldn’t come up with the thousands that lawyers wanted to represent her to try to save their house.

She finally had to turn to her local Legal Aid Society for help; they were able to represent her and have so far kept her from being evicted. They’re suing, but Legal Aid Societies are stretched thin because they rely on funding from the government — the government that is made up of the people, the government of the people, by the people, and for the people— and the government of the people doesn’t give the people much help.

The Legal Aid Society helping Debbie gets annual funding of $810,000 — down 47% since 1992 — from the State. Funding has dropped by more than 1/2 since 1980. So as wealth increases and profits increase and the Gross Domestic Product increases, we the people reduce legal aid to poor people like Debbie.

That $810,000 had to go to handle more than 8000 cases in a single year. That means Legal Aid gets about a hundred bucks a case to handle each claim.

The Sapersteins main house was marketed for $125,000,000. Let’s do some math here. Since nobody should ever have a home worth more than $500,000 (I’ll adjust that for inflation as time goes on) that means the Sapersteins had $124,500,000 in excess money tied up in their home. They were squandering $124,500,000 in money, just sitting on it with their Italian marble and theater and kitchen in their pool house. Sitting on it and believing they were better than you or me, or anyone else.

Debbie had equity of $160,000 in her house at the time of the scam. That means the Sapersteins, had they bought a $500,000 house, could have bought Debbie Aurelio her entire house and given it to her, as a gift, and left themselves with $124,340,000.

They would never have missed the $160,000.

They in fact could have bought themselves a $500,000 house, and then bought $160,000 houses for 778 Debbie Aurelios. Seven hundred and seventy eight families could have had houses, leaving the Sapersteins living in a house worth a half-million, and with money left over.

The Sapersteins, of course, did not buy 778 families a house. They bought themselves several houses, instead, houses with Italian marble and kitchens in the pool house and guest quarters to invite all their wealthy friends over to enjoy the finer things in life, people they would no doubt invite over and say “See that? It’s Italian marble.”

Debbie Aurelio’s family, in their far more modest house, likes to have people over, too. They had a party for her youngest son to celebrate his first birthday. One of the people who showed up wasn’t invited. He was a sheriff, serving them an eviction notice.

Shame on you, Sapersteins, and Shame on America, for letting you live in a $125,000,000 house while Debbie Saperstein has to take time out from baking a cake for her son on his birthday to be handed an eviction notice. Shame on you.

The Trouble With Roy firmly believes that no adult should be allowed to earn more than $200,000 per year; that a $500,000 house is more than enough for anyone, and that health care is a basic human right. And if you believe otherwise, you are part of the problem.

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