I've been thinking a lot lately about the latest us misunderstood micro-minority: the rich have more money than they, or anyone else, know what to do with. I've tried to imagine what Silicon Valley itself is rich in extraordinary, a crowd of 1 percent, to think in the tumultuous times occupies. And I thought I had it. I think they think something like this:
Anyway, it's not easy getting rich and I hope they occupied the Main Street or Wall Street or occupying occupy whatever people not smart enough to get it through their thick skulls. Hey, protesters: how to take a job?
OK, actually, I respect them-get out there, put their personal safety on the line while they demanded that I stop being so rich. I mean, I tried. Buy a boatload of NFLX) shares before Reed Hastings lost his mind and went to all the New Coke/Coke Classic on the us.
Oh, and get this: all of a sudden I was supposed to be "the creator of the work." Who came up with this "job creator"? Why, I have yet to make a job-not in this country anyway–because I hired a gardener who both back in August. I do not need to create jobs, jobs only costs money. My company makes a profit record and sitting on a pile of cash. The work, schmobs.