Editor, Times-Union: The rich are different from you and me, but the really, really, really rich are also different from the merely rich.
For example, the rich can buy caviar and champaign, but the Triple-R Rich can buy entire presidential campaigns. Take Sheldon Adelson, the Israel firster moneybags who’s pumped $11 million so far into Newt Gingrich’s run. He has single-handily kept Gingrich’s White House ambitions alive – without this one guy’s money, The Newt would’ve been long gone. Thanks a lot, Sheldon.
But Adelson can easily afford to roll the dice on a far-out candidate. This global casino baron hauled in $3.3 million in pay last year. Not for a year – that’s what his hourly take was. In other words, his $11 million bet on Newt, which altered the Republican presidential race, was nothing less than three-and-a-half hours of one of Sheldon’s workdays.
Even Rick Santorum, who’s so far out there his left brain has entirely atrophied from lack of use. He insists that people are flocking to him because of the power of his ideas. Sure, Rick – and the power of Foster Friess’ money.
This little-known Wall Street multimillionaire has long been a partner in the Koch brothers’ plutocratic cabal and a steady funder of Christian Zionist politics. Friess modestly claims that God is “the chairman of my board.” I doubt that, but Friess definitely is Santorum’s guardian angel, having kept his campaign of wackiness afloat with untold infusions of cash. When Friess was told that Santorum’s recent caucus wins would prompt Mitt Romney’s Triple-R Richies to counter-attack, he was thrilled. I think that “is so exciting,” he warbled.
So there you have it – American politics has developed into a game for the fun and profit of a few superrich narcissists.
