Show Me the Money, Honey
Well, it’s been one the most uninteresting weeks in a long time. I did go on a spending spree and bought myself a new shirt, but other than that it’s been quiet around Rambling Harbor.
The Boston Red Sox managed to lose 10 games in a row. The Bruins are off the ice. The Celtics were given their ball and sent home. The only sport I watch with regularity is football, which is off until the preseason starts on August 3, so I’m left with Gisele Bundchen and Tom Brady who are trying to outdo...um…themselves, building another mega-mansion near Boston. They are in a big rush to get this castle done by Gisele’s birthday in July. They still apparently have the one in California, and they also have a $14 million apartment in New York City, which is a lot of money to spend to never miss a Jets game. I think there is a wee bit of overpayment to professional athletes, supermodels, movie stars, and the like, but as Gisele pointed out a few years ago, Tom can’t throw the ball and catch it too. Damn! If he could, can you imagine the money we would spend on him? And if Gisele could play wide receiver, Tom could throw it to her. Never mind.
News reports this week revealed that the head of a typical large public company earned a record $10.5 million in 2012, an increase of 8.8 percent from $9.6 million. In the same year, according to the United States Census Bureau, the official poverty rate was 15.0 percent—46.5 million people in poverty. For the second consecutive year, neither the official poverty rate nor the number of people in poverty at the national level was statistically different from the previous year’s estimates. Something is way wrong with this picture.
In other unbridled excitement, Kanye West and Kim Kardashian (yawn) got married, and Kanye continues to look like he really wants to hit somebody. What more does the man want?
These are just a few random thoughts for now, and I’m not sure what the podcast will be. I don’t think before I speak because I like to be as surprised as everyone else at what comes out of my mouth, so grab some driftwood, throw it on the fire, and we’ll all be surprised. Give a listen.