Time, at last, to eat the rich?

Victory Cake at the Obama inaugural.

and feed them to sharks.

I have more than 100 open ocean scuba dives, more than half of which were in the company of sharks, often numbering from 30 to 50 ... all around me.

I was FAR more comfortable among them than among corporate executives ... in a 35-year career in the belly of the corporate beast.

..diving with Sharks that is... that's great TahitiNut!

They're NOT Hypocrites!!!

:rofl: :rofl:

(They're all about eating ... no deceit, no animosity. They don't "hate" what they eat any more than I "hate" a steak.)

The greedy and sociopathic are the problem. There are many kind, decent Democratic rich people (most of the successful
end of the entertainment industry, for example).

But I voted veggie. :)

Now many people do it indirectly and tell themselves that makes it OK, but there is no other way. Your gain is another person's loss.

The rich and the pursuit of wealth are the problem.

You're telling me that an artist (musician, writer, etc) who makes money for his/her work from people who like their work is stealing? In what respect? I have friends who are millionaires who got that way because they are gifted artists. They're also the first ones to step forward in times of need.

If it makes it possible to sleep at night, you just keep telling yourself that. How many other artists did the "successful" artists agent destroy to make their client rich?

Name one artist that ever got rich selling their own talent on the streets, in cafes, etc. You can't, because (s)he does not exist, the wealth comes from the industry and the industry prospers through theft and suppression.

We're all on the same level. We all have our own admirers. There is no theft involved in any real sense. To somehow goose this into theft requires manipulation of the truth as extreme as the BS math being done on Wall Street. All extremists think in the same way -- the only thing that changes is the direction in which they manipulate the truth.

I don't waste my time with the far-left any more than I do the far-right, so have your last word and let's be done with this.

of "discussion", you resort to it frequently.

But for any one that is reading, the theft in the imagined case we are forced to imagine, due to the lack of substance provided by the Queen on her mountain, that in the case of the creative industries, the theft lies in the suppression of competing artists that are denied any exposure, and thereby sales and patrons, by the industry's control of the market, and of course that rampant outright theft of those unknowns work (particularly writers of literature and music). We get Nagel crammed down our throats and he and the agency are showered in cash while thousands of genuinely talented artists toil in obscurity and are banished to call-center cubes to stay alive.

The inescapable fact that Melody will not address is that it takes multitudes of poor people to make and support a rich person. Wealth is gained at the expense of others, there are no exceptions.

they will taste like pork

demand all there money?

How many *on paper* billionares actually have a billion in hard cash?

So we demand there money and they dump billions of shares of stock causing the crash we are trying to prevent...woohoo

A balanced diet includes a little blue blood every now and then. So the rich are occasionally useful as dietary supplements.

But the best thing is, unlike many supplements that evoke thoughts of freeze dried wharf rats (not that I've ever had any), the rich taste great. They're particularly good roasted on a spit over a bed of coals with an apple in their mouth.

Rich women tend to be a little tough, given various surgical procedures, poisonous injections and/or neuroses that keep them scrawny.

But rich men, particularly the 5'9" / 220 lbs. variety, further bloated with smug self-satisfaction, are better than baby back ribs. Just be generous with the barbecue sauce. While they're rotating on the spit, saute a little garlic and mushrooms in butter or olive oil, bake a few potatoes, pick some garden greens for a salad and you've got yourself a meal to remember.

They're great as leftovers, too. In fact, with a little kitchen creativity, one rich guy will feed a family of four for a week or more. Soups, casseroles, the famous "rich guy surprise"... let your imagination run wild.

Rich kids are, of course, the best of all, but prying them loose from their Porsches or SuperSecs V-16 AutoErotix All-Terrain Aggressivo 4-MPG Combo SUV/Armored Troop Carriers is tougher than popping an abalone out of its shell.

Plus, their innate sense of entitlement means you have to be sure to remove the silver spoons from their mouths before roasting.

But these little inconveniences aside, it's hard to find a tastier, more nutritious source of protein than a rich guy with a little extra meat on his bones.

Bon appetit.


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I'm afraid they taste a little gamy.

on the earth they have despoiled. (Yes, I've given this some thought...)

fork and knife in their hands.

:evilgrin:

nt.

;-)

Too stupid for my refined taste.

If we are referring to same old gag.

it's very nearly comming to that...

Let's see if you’re hungry enough,
Take a bite, take another, just like a good boy would…
Get a sweet thing on the side,
Home cooking, homicide,
Side order, could be your daughter,
Finger licking good…


Come on baby, eat the rich,
Put the bite on the son of a bitch,
Don't mess up, don't you give me no switch…
C'mon baby and eat the rich,
C'mon baby and eat the rich…

Sittin' down in a restaurant,
Tell the waiter just what you want,
Is that the meat, you wanted to eat?,
How would you ever know?…
Hash browns an' bacon strips,
I love the way that you lick your lips,
No fooling, I can see you drooling,
Feel the hunger grow…


Come on baby, eat the rich,
Put the bite on the son of a bitch,
Don't mess up, don't you give me no switch…
C'mon baby and eat the rich,
C'mon baby and eat the rich…
C'mon honey, here’s your supper,
C'mon baby, bite that sucka!…



I’ll eat you, baby you eat me,
Eat two, baby get one free,
Shetland pony, or extra pepperoni,
Just pick up the phone…
Eat Greek, or eat Chinese,
Eat salad, or scarf up grease,
You're on the shelf, you eat yourself,
Come on, and bite my bone…


Come on baby, eat the rich,
Bite down on the son of a bitch,
Don't mess around, don't you give me no switch…
C'mon baby and eat the rich,
C'mon baby and eat the rich…
Sittin’ here in a hired tuxedo,
You wanna see my bacon torpedo!…

Eat it baby! Eat the Rich!
Eat it baby! Eat the Rich!
Eat it baby! Eat the Rich!
Eat it baby! Eat the Riiiich!