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The new robber
barons Croesus and
the crackpots Roubles without
rules GLOBALOPOLY... The pirate privateers The art of wasting
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Filthy
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Yes, that's me in the picture, dressed up for the Henley Royal Regatta. The Regatta is on the summer high-society circuit that staggers around London and its environs for months on end, from Royal Ascot, Wimbledon and garden parties to balls of all kinds, doing absolutely nothing and consuming the most enormous quantities of champagne as it goes. I thought I'd better undertake some in-depth, on-the-spot reporting on the rich. I am now able to report, exclusively for this magazine, that the rich are still there - and still rich. With Alan Hughes, the designer of this issue - it is important to get the 'look' right - we planned to track down Donald Trump somewhere exotic, preferably on a yacht. We also considered a participant-observer study of the psychopathology of Monte Carlo casino habitués, but we found it hard to put up the cash for the chips.
Once I got past the security guards in Henley it was almost unbearably distressing just to watch, beneath banks of purple umbrellas on the lawns of a very exclusive club by the River Thames, the equivalent of our entire annual budget being knocked back every few minutes in $200 bottles of champagne. From time to time the same amount of money chugged past in the form of a nineteenth-century, reconditioned, steam-driven river cruiser with a very pretty fringe on top. What is more, I only got in because I was with my twin brother, who belongs to the club. In our youth I was supposed to be the clever one while he always seemed to have the cash, whereas in middle age he has considerably more cash while I have turned out not to be so clever after all. Added to sibling rivalry, from the day my parents took me round my first stately home, I've always felt that somehow I was meant to live in one. So you can see how deeply my feelings for the rich are motivated by envy and the desire for revenge. I have found it extremely difficult to achieve a full expression of these feelings. There is a chronic shortage of politically-correct terms of personal abuse. I favoured 'rich bastards', but decided this might prove more offensive to some of you than to the rich. 'Swine' is offensive to our four-legged friends. As for 'filthy', what's so great about washing? Well, do you have any better suggestions? It is, I think, a sad thing if you don't have the right language to be very abusive when absolutely necessary. |
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Rebel without
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billionairess Kickbacks and kleptocracy The final deal Odious debts |
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David Ransom
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This
has been our basic problem. We have insufficient funds for our action research.
Since we work for a non-profit, non-hierarchical, equal-pay, co-operatively-run,
radical-progressive journal funded entirely by you, our subscribers, it is
easy to feel morally superior to the rich. But it's much harder to track them
down and find out what they're up to, which can come expensive. 
