Showing posts with label Billionaires. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Billionaires. Show all posts

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Quote of the Day (Mike Bloomberg, on NYC Homeless Shelters)



“You can arrive in your private jet at Kennedy Airport, take a private limousine and go straight to the shelter system and walk in the door and we've got to give you shelter."—New York Mayor Mike Bloomberg, explaining on his WOR-AM radio show that the city’s homeless shelters are so crowded because they can’t turn people away, quoted in Garth Johnston, “Bloomberg Explains Homeless Shelter Problem: You Can Take Your Limo There And Still Score A Bed,” Gothamist, March 8, 2013

Oh, yes—arriving at homeless shelters by “private jet” and “private limousine” is done all the time. I’m sure the mayor and his rich pals spend quality time there often when they’re not heading down to the Caribbean for the weekend…

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Quote of the Day (Donald Trump, on His Bad Traits)



“I have some good traits and some bad traits. The bad traits I never talk about.”—Donald Trump quoted in Martin Dickson, “Lunch With the FT: Donald Trump,” The Financial Times, February 23, 2013

Well, of course you don’t, Donald. What do you think we’ve got—all day?

Tuesday, March 16, 2010

Quote of the Day (Steve Forbes, on Differences Among the Very Rich)


"A mere $500 million separated the two. In a billionaire's world, that is close."—Forbes Magazine editor-in-chief Steve Forbes, describing the financial photo-finish between traditionally filthy rich guy Bill Gates and the now even wealthier Carlos Slim, quoted in Barry Paddock, “America Loses Bragging Rights As Carlos Slim Tops Forbes’ Annual Ranking of World’s Billionaires,” The Daily News (New York), Thursday, March 11, 2010

One night, as an impressionable collegian, I visited a buddy of mine who was working for a wealthy man. While my friend and I were talking in the kitchen of his employer’s home, the man’s twentysomething daughter came in, laden with bags from her stop at a nearby upscale grocery.

After emptying various foodstuffs of staggering variety and plenitude, she turned one bag upside down. Out flew change from her trip. Only it wasn’t silver that spilled across the counter. It was more twenty- and fifty-dollar bills than I had ever seen anywhere (except for inside a bank) in my life.

I’m not sure what made my eyes bulge more: the sight of so many large bills (remember, this was more than 30 years ago) or the woman’s nonchalance at how she collected and disposed of the remainder of her grocery bill. You had the sense that if she misplaced one, two, or even three $50 bills, she’d never notice it.

This was my first concrete lesson in what F. Scott Fitzgerald meant by “The rich are different from you and me.”

I thought nothing could top that little episode in how the rich approach money until I read Steve Forbes’ quote above.

Mr. Forbes, maybe in your universe, $500 million comes to a “mere” amount. But it’s so far distant from my upbringing and current livelihood that I’d need a Mount Palomar telescope to glimpse it—and even then, I don’t know if I’d believe what I was seeing.

Oh, and another thing: For years, one of my friends has called Bill Gates “the anti-Christ.” Does this news item now mean that there are two anti-Christs? Is there enough room for all that money—not to mention the egos belonging to it all?