Having grown up in New York City and attended an expensive college, I invariably came into contact with quite a few people who had sizable inheritances or trust funds coming to them. Over the years, I’ve grown quite sincerely glad that I wasn’t one of them. I can’t claim to have any scientific data, of course, but in my experience, too many of those people were always about to do something but never got to the point of actually having done it. They got jobs but left them when the job proved to be tiresome, or when they had a major setback such as a terrible performance review. They didn’t need to make a career in order to put food on the table, and that kept them from doing the often painful and unpleasant work of getting really good at their jobs. And ultimately, they weren’t happy about that. Their money protected them from the very real miseries of being broke. But it also protected them from the sweet smell of success.
Because as we all know, McArdle, you stupe, the only conceivable way one could be successful is to have exactly the same values and goals you do, and therefore to go to work you hate because it’s painful and unpleasant, and offers the added benefits of permitting you to be miserably broke on occasion.
I realize your historical knowledge, like the Platte River, is a mile wide and an inch deep, but for most of modern human history it was the work of the “idle rich” – doing the things they wanted to do and found interesting – rather than grubbing to put dinner on the table – that gave us most of our highest moments in art and science.
I’ve noticed that as Obama continues to wreak destruction on our economy, progressives are suddenly deciding that the little people need to work a lot harder. Like mules. Or serfs.
And wealth is evil, except for a few. Because in Progtardia, wealth is reserved for the very, very few. So get back to work, comrade – it’s good for you!