A provocateur, Zorrowitz, who pesters me by email but never says anything here, sent me a link about Rich People who buy play houses for their daughters which cost, for whatever reason I care the fuck not, in excess of $50,000...up to $200,000.00.
So I thought and told him: If Rod Serling were God, then the parents would wake up one day to find they are living in a cardboard box atop a ventilation grate. To which he added: Yes, and it must be in a city with horrible winters and horrible summers - they may not live in a cardboard box in a comfortable city....
And it came to pass that when the parents did awake, they had learned the moral, and they did practice it: They formed a charity through which they and others donated the designer play houses their daughters outgrew to social welfare agencies, which administered their delivery to paupers and proles who passed piss tests...
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