billionaires

I used to wonder if I was the only person who regretted NYC letting the real estate developers "clean up" Times Square. I miss the seediness and grit, now replaced with the bland anti-reality charmlessness of DisneyWorld. I've seen similar homogenization initiatives ruin interesting and unique corners of the world from Thailand to tiny Essaouira in Morocco.

"How bad can they [the Koch Brothers] be?" Jon asks. "I mean, if they were evil, would a baby agree to appear in one of their advertisements?""Now that we know the Koch Brothers are pouring an unending waterfall of money through a cleverly masked network of unaccountable organizations to peddle electoral influence, the ad sounds less inspiring."-- Jon Stewart, in the above report, responding toa Koch Industries ad placed on The Daily Show"The poll . . .

Leona and Trouble (the doggy kind, that is): Those canny executors succeeded in wangling the pooch's $12M bequest down to $2M, with the rest going to no-doubt-admirable charities.by KenIf your first response to the news is anything like mine, it will have something to do with the four scumbag executors (two of whom are grandsons of the legator) cashing in an unconscionable payday for their not quite seven years of servicing the $5.4B estate of the departed Queen of Mean, L

The stories coming out of India and Pakistan about the murders of women last week have been gut-wrenching. Both were primitive and barbaric acts within the context of conservative and patriarchal culture that deem women less than human.

A few days ago, the History Channel, debuted a much-anticipated episode in it's Book of Secrets series, "The Billionaire Agenda." I wish I could share it with you but History 2 isn't into sharing, as you can see above. Early in the program, though, there was a chart showing that the U.S. has the most billionaires, followed by China and then Russia. They reported that there are 111 Russian billionaires, although other sources have the number as high as 133. That was fast!

It’s that Ebeneezer and Grinch time of year. Hooverville. The great American fat crocodile tear with stories of legless troops getting a bag of groceries and free big screen TV and compact car. All those bags under our collective eyes watching brute felon sports professionals (sic) run by their brutish Mafiosa coaches and owners. We are ready for that extra 15 pounds, those romps in those wonderlands of Consumopithecus Anthropocene union-busting box stores, those nanoseconds looking at the homeless, pennies for their crimes. We will feel good about Tis the Season.