Back when I was a kid, I used to think Republicans were the party of the rich — white guys who belonged to country clubs and drove Fleetwoods. Of course, that was long before I heard of the likes of George Soros, Bill Gates, Warren Buffet, Steve Jobs and Larry Ellison — white guys who fly Gulf Streams and have mansions in Gstaad. (Well, Buffett lives a little more circumspectly.) Or went to work in Hollywood, land of Jeff Katzenberg, David Geffen, Oprah Winfrey, etc. There’s rich and then there’s REALLY RICH, if you know what I mean. And a fair number, maybe the majority, of the latter are Democrats and profess to be liberals or progressives or something. (And there’s Fidel Castro, who is evidently a billionaire, and professes to be a communist.)
These days, when everybody’s insurance agent or accountant drives around in a Mercedes because interest rates are so low and why not, when it comes to true conspicuous consumption, when it comes to really being the true modern plutocrats, the Democrats are now the party of the rich — Sheldon Adelson excepted, of course.
So when I watched the broadcast of the inauguration of New York City’s new mayor Bill de Blasio with all the talk of income equality and two New Yorks blablabla, all I could do is snort — that is after checking out the cut of the expensive topcoats on De Blasio and Bill Clinton. Good schmeck, I believe they used to call it in the Garment District.
But whatever they called it, the entire event, including Harry Belafonte’s comments straight out of the Third International, smacked or schmecked of high comedy. Income inequality — my fat fanny! These guys (and girls) can’t be serious. They were probably all busy checking their smart phones to see how the market was doing (not good that day). As for the poor, it doesn’t matter what happens to them as long as the rhetoric is good and they keep voting Democratic.