As anyone who reads this blog knows, I am unabashedly a liberal minded individual. Therefore, according to many conservative minded people, I hate successful people due to my belief that the ultra-rich are not paying their fair share of taxes. This assertion makes me chuckle and while also wanting to scream my head off at the stupidity of people.
For those of you who need this lesson, here it is. Being successful is much, MUCH different than having so much money/property/material goods that you don’t know about all that you own. A perfect example is my father. He started a business, he’s run it for over 35 years, and has built it to a multimillion dollar company. My parents personally own two cars, a 10 acre lot with a home, a summer place, a boat, and are building a new home to retire to as well as the property that our family business sits on. To me, that is very successful!
But he, NOR ANY OTHER SMALL BUSINESS OWNER, will be affected by the taxes I’m in favor of. No one that any of us personally know will be affected by these taxes, not even my neighbors at my family’s summer home that stay the summer in a mansion valued at over 3 million dollars. Who I’m talking about are the men and women whose worth is akin to Richie Rich and Scrooge McDuck. I’m talking about the officers of multibillion dollar corporations that have taken millions in “bonuses” and then failed to pay taxes on them.
These people are not successful. They are greedy, money-grubbing whores. I view success not as the pure attainment of more but as a pursuit health, happiness, material prosperity, love of family and friends, wisdom, influence, and fulfillment.
I can say unequivocally that I love my life, love the people in, and feel that I’ve accomplished positive things for myself and others. Maybe I’m misguided in believing that this is a great way to measure success but I sure know I’m happier than many people who are chasing the “all-mighty” dollar.
And to those of you who respond to my call for stricter enforcement and higher rates of taxes on the ultra rich by claiming that we all have the chance to be the ultra rich I will respond with the immortal words of a certain French Knight.
I don’t want to talk to you no more, you empty headed animal food trough whopper! I fart in your general direction! You mother was a hamster and your father smelt of elderberries.
I think I’d fit right in at the next Republican Debate.