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if I ever got really filthy rich I feel I would undoubtedly do some odd things with the money. Like pay celebrities to finish movies the way I want or I'd have Tom Selleck make more episodes of Magnum PI. Actually, that was kind of like my dream last night, where I was some autocrat in a monacle and tophat buying everything I saw just so I could tell people to stop tresspassing and get the hell off of my property. By the end of the dream, I had a mob of angry malcontents marching away from my newly amassed real estate. (i was literally walking down streets and pointing at things only to have their inhabitants vacate immediately, as though aware of my purchase and decree) It was quite entertaining. I'm reminded of a Jack Handey short story which reads as follows: If I ever get real rich, I hope I'm not real mean to poor people, like I am now.
How does the saying go? "If as a youth, you're not a communist, you're heartless (or soulless, I forget). If, by the time you're thirty you're not a capitalist, you're brainless." That's kind of how I feel. Much though I grew up an advocate of Marxism, it serves no purpose. What good is idealism in a society of petty-realists?