Watch out guys! This is a Rant with a capital R. I’m angry and I’m using curse words. So, If you prefer for me to talk about opera and singing and nice things, then maybe you should skip this post, mmmkay?
So the only thing anyone in the media is talking about lately is the “Fiscal Cliff,” and how to avoid it. On NPR, they were talking this morning about one of the president’s strategies, which is to increase tax rates on the wealthiest 2%, specifically they discussed raising the capital gains tax, and the dividend tax.
Then, this commentator Bill Smith of CBIZ MHM, comes on and says something unbelievably obnoxious.
“It’s a bad time to be rich.”
Is it? I’m sorry, I didn’t realize. How bad is it? Like, are you worried about how you’re going to afford Christmas presents for your children if this tax hike goes through? Maybe you’ll have to take on a second job to make ends meet? Maybe you’ll be forced to sell one of your cars, and you and your spouse will have to share a single vehicle?
Yeah, I didn’t think so. You and your accounting firm’s clients will pay a little more on your capital gains, and your standard of living won’t change at all. Why don’t you go cry about it in your fucking mansion over some caviar and Dom Perignon?
Honestly, has there ever been a time in the entire history of civilization that you could call “a bad time to be rich”? Actually, I can think of one: The fucking French Revolution. And do you know why the French Revolution was a bad time to be rich? Because all the poor people, who were basically starving to death while the noblemen partied at Versailles, got so pissed off about being poor that they decided that the only solution was to guillotine some motherfuckers. That was a bad time to be rich.
Fortunately, nowadays most of us understand that the guillotine is not an appropriate solution to most problems, so instead we go camp out in urban parks.
No, it is not a “bad time to be rich,” you entitled prick! It’s a bad time to be struggling to afford your heating oil, because it’s fucking cold out. It’s a bad time to have to choose between purchasing one or the other of your medically necessary but exorbitantly priced prescription medications. It’s a bad time to find out you’re pregnant and faced with the medical costs of pregnancy and childbirth, not to mention 18 years of feeding, clothing, entertaining, and educating a child; but there’s nothing you can do about it because you live in Mississippi.
Instead of wasting your breath on the radio complaining about what a bad time it is to be rich, why don’t you go volunteer at the local food bank and get some fucking perspective, you slimy, Republican asshat.