Today, a brief piece in New York magazine about weird, decadent billionaire Jeff Greene, a man who admits he made his fortune gaming the system.
Now, he’s allegedly trying to persuade his other horrid billionaire pals they’d better stop hogging it all lest they provoke the peasants into burning the place down.
I’m not convinced the 99 percent can take up the pitchforks.
The country lacks something. Like fortitude and iron jaws. It doesn’t have the polity it did in the Sixties. Even then, while social unrest and the Tet offensive in Vietnam caused Lyndon Johnson to not seek re-election, the Democratic Party was effectively destroyed until Richard Nixon did himself in.
And there’s no indication that the current populace has even fractions inclined to repeat the labor riots of the early 1900s.
The country has no group like the Molly Maguires. It does, instead, have the Tea Party, which would call for the FBI to destroy dissent would such a group appear.
We also have a heavily armed and powerful police forces, a private sector national security industry unafraid of lawbreaking and a general populace that is easily propagandized.
Greene does make the valid observation that those who are being impoverished by his type are still voting for the mountebanks who will accelerate the doing of it.
Another casual observation: The guy probably does a lot of of some type of powder. And when he’s in one of the flop sweats from it suffers panic attacks.
It’s strange to imagine someone like Greene, who counts Mike Tyson as a close friend, and who has a streak that caused the L.A. party girls to refer to him as “Mean Jeff Greene,” feeling vulnerable. It’s hard to think of any superrich person as vulnerable, just as it’s hard to think that a bear with outstretched claws and giant teeth is more afraid than you are. But over the past few months, it’s become clear that rich people are very, very afraid.
“Obama wants to take my money and give it to do-nothing animals,” one matron blurted at a recent party at the Pierre for Dick Morris’s Screwed!, the latest entry into a growing pile of socioeconomic snuff porn geared toward this audience.
“There are all these people in this country who are just not participating in the American Dream at all,” he says. This makes him uncomfortable, not least because they might try to take a piece of his. “Right now, for some bizarre reason, a lot of these people are supporting Republicans who want to cut taxes on the wealthy,” he says.
Greene ran for Senate in Florida a year ago. You can guess the comedy that ensued.
Read the entire thing. I’ll also wager someone is now waving a book contract worth a couple hundred thousand so he can retell his tale of the billionaire with a conscience.