always dress for dinner
fiction
edward w pritchard
Whether drifting down the Nile in a glass encased boat or on safari in Africa voyeuristic-ally shooting a few vanishing lions the Rich of a bygone era always found time to dress for dinner. After the multi coursed repast the Men of the past had their fine cigars and the Ladies had their gossip. Neither group found time for Politics. Which was a very good thing.
How much better would the Country be if the rich kept their opinions to their selves and stuck to the business of business. No one is so harmlessly occupied as when they are obsessed with making more Money. For the wealthy no speaking into microphones and no voicing their opinions.
And, once elected let the President become a silent faceless bureaucrat.
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