I just saw a note in the Venice, CA beach journal about a huge yacht anchored off the coast. It is owned by a Russian vodka magnate, has 50,000 square feet of living space, cost 320 million, and has a private escape submarine. I wanted to confiscate it, and feed it to the hungry, except no one can eat a yacht. Perhaps instead I could drop a giant ACME anvil on it, like in a Roadrunner cartoon.
It’s just a wasteful, egomaniacal mansion floating on the sea, for the enjoyment of the super-wealthy and their annoying, wealth-licking hangers-on. Both the boat and the people who might be on the boat strike me as completely expendable symbols of the excess that is bringing us all down. I’m not a huge fan of temples of gold, floating or otherwise. Every time I see one, I want to take it down, turn over the tables of the moneychangers, you know.
It’s particularly annoying to have to see Mitt Romney and think about the obscenely wealthy and extremely politically active (tax-free) Mormon Church (talk about temples of gold) every day. I look forward to the moment when he once again fades into the background, and we can deal with whoever is really going to be on their ticket. Hopefully it won’t really be a candidate from the extreme Religious Right. So tedious, churches involved in politics, billionaires pretending that they understand life on the ground, yachts with seven decks.
Why do I keep thinking about the French Revolution?
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February 24th, 2012 at 9:24 am
I misread the last line before the picture as “yachts with seven dicks”. Ha!
February 24th, 2012 at 9:31 am
WAY WAY more than seven, I suspect.
February 24th, 2012 at 12:52 pm
I think Jesus feels the same way about all this crap.
February 24th, 2012 at 12:58 pm
I think that the owner of that yacht must be missing something crucial inside, otherwise why would he feel the need to have such a thing in his possession. Sad, really.
February 25th, 2012 at 2:18 am
Hell, except for the fact he’s Russian, I’d love to sailing! Of course I get to pick who would go with me, but WOW! If it’s not all gilted up like a Trump property, I could go for the Master State Room with God only knows what treats lie in the bath suite, steam shower, 20 jets or a claw foot tub.
…and so I dream….
February 25th, 2012 at 5:52 am
Ha! You have more tolerance for gilded temples than I do. To me, they are ever and always a symbol of oppression and greed. I was born with a permanent side-eye for ostentation.
PS- that isn’t SAILING.
February 25th, 2012 at 9:07 am
The giant yacht has been cruising and anchoring off the Calfiornia coast off and on for a couple years. The owners use their shore boats to visit whatever lovely area of the coast they wish, and are fawned over by local newspapers simply for being mega-rich. They spend little money in local economies. It is supposedly pirate-proof as well for those international waters that are dangerous.
to all this I say: yuck, what a waste of time, talent and resources.