Here in the Enclosure (dumpster, madhouse, country club, private compound, safe place, safe house, dungeon, penitentiary, castle with moat, or in my own dreams, it is hard to tell which), I have struck up a civic frienship with Prince Farthingdale, an heir to, so he says, the Norwegian Crown, and owner via a trust of a Salt Mine going back to pre-colonial times, from which much of the family fortune derives. I had assumed this was all BS since there are more Princes here than there are Jesus Christs, or Napoleons, or Beyonces. But yesterday's events, in which I played no small part, have changed my mind.
Yesterday during Circle of Sharing, The Prince almost had a stroke: "The goddam Teachers Union! You know what a high school teacher gets in old age? As much as $40,000 a year in some cases! They get summers off their whole goddam life and then after 40 or 50 years the sons of bitches expect a state paid pension. Where do you think the money comes from? From the Makers. And now the Takers want it all! If we give them pensions they will become dependent. They will expect things from us, more and more, and there is no way there is enough to go around. Life is hard, these teachers better learn it. Let them die in the street.... " At which point, he foamed and fainted, writhing horribly, his eyeballs rolling into his head, and making wet suffocating sounds. Big Nurse called 911, but by the time the local medics got here, Farthingdale was long gone. He has a Concierge Health Plan that provides a Helicopter with private doctor. It is all paid for from his Dynastic Trust. Apparently, he is now doing well. I got some brownie points with the Royal Family, apparently, for saving the Prince's life. When he had the fit, I sat on his chest, and pried his mouth open, using a plastic dinner fork, and pulled his tongue out as far as I could, otherwise he might have swallowed it and died before the helicopter got here. I am not sure if there is a reward or anything, but to have saved a Prince, from a truly Dynastic Family, from choking to death on his own tongue, how many Trusted Advisors to the World's Wealthiest Families can claim as much?