I was flipping through the intertubes this morning, wondering, frankly, how I was going to keep paying for all of this vacationing I do. The fact is, being “as rich as Gawd” is not such an impressive feat as it once was. Being as rich as an oil executive; now that would be something. Anyway, I ran across a story about you telling Congress that they couldn’t see your financial records, as they belong to Me.
I was never much good at logic, but it seems self-evident that if the financial records are Mine, then the money they represent must be Mine, too. Gracias, amigo. It couldn’t have come at a better time. What with the airlines charging extra to sit next to the escape hatch and the fuel surcharge, I’ve been feeling the pinch. Your kind-hearted gesture is like manna from home. You’re a shining example to the other hucksters preachers being investigated who still have some lingering regard for the Rule of Law. I almost wish I could take you with Me when I start spending this new cash flow, but you know what they say; two’s a crowd.
Wish You Were Here,