Thursday, April 27, 2006

I feel sorry for rich kids.

Since I have a sick addiction to People magazine-- I try to resist, really I do, but it keeps sucking me back in-- I had the opportunity to read all about the new crop of rich babies.

Oh dear.

The most attention of course is being heaped on the "tom kitten", the Cruise Holmes offspring. Yeesh. That kid won't be able to leave the old Scientology compound until she's 35. She'll have every financial advantage her parents can give her. She'll be provided with healthy food, regular medical and dental care, private education, lessons of every kind and a couple of Travolta kids to play with.


Her parents already kind of look like each other. So soon. Hmm. Maybe it's a Scientology thing????

And let's not forget about the kid who I feel really sorry for: The Trump baby.

He'll never have an empty belly. He'll never lack a thing. But he will grow up completely isolated from reality. He has his own floor of some big high rise that his daddy owns. His own floor. Way way up there in the sky.  It's covered in gold.  No exaggeration. It's bloody horrible. I'm serious.

At least he'll be able to do some good bird watching. I hope somebody sets up a little habitat up there so that young Barron can have some feathered friends.

Please believe, I am shuddering in revulsion at what kind of life this could be.

Do you know what these kids will miss out on?

unobstructed sky



riding a bike in gravel

dodging piles of horseshit/cowshit in the pasture while being chased by a pack of cousins

watching tractors

driving tractors

picking rocks in the field every spring.

freezing at the end of the lane waiting for the bus

smelly farm dogs


searching through hay bales for kittens




scraped knees

broken arms

hay mow

rotting carcasses waiting for dead stock truck

eating a dinner that may have once been snorting around in the field

chickens running around with their heads cut off

helping in the garden

learning to drive at age 12

not having enough money to buy new clothes

not having enough clothes to wear something different every day

not having enough cash to go to every kind of lesson but finding something to do at home

appreciating what you've got

Man I feel sorry for those rich kids.


Heidi the Hick said...

I should add that even Melania herself finds the gilded pram to be silly and funny. Thank god.

Smartypants said...

Heidi. DJMet did an HNT. A MALE HNT!!


George Larson said...

What happens if the pack catches up to you?

Oh, and People sucks.

Redneck Nerdboy! said...

Yeesh, the trump kid's gonna have big lips and shitty hair. I have a good scientology post coming up. Look for it soon on my blog!

These people live in the clouds surrounded by yes-men, and everything is provided for them. I wonder what would ACTUALLY happen if they lost everything? That would be interesting to watch.

Excellent post, hickgirl! Love ya!

Heidi the Hick said...

Smarty- ack! I forgot to check up on him today! Going there next!!!!!

George- if the pack of cousins catches up with you, there will probably be some kind of cow/horseshit involved. It's inevitable.

Redneck- I guess trump has lost it and built it up again: they say if you've done it you can do it again. Whatevs. I think his life is crappy. It can't be satisfying to be surrounded by yesmen.
lookin forward to that scientology post...!

Redneck Nerdboy! said...

Heidi - Soon. Very soon. Mwah hah hah hah *choke!*

Notsocranky Yankee said...

I feel bad for kids that have isolated, boring childhoods, but I could do without the rotting carcasses and the horseshit/cowshit dodging.

Sorry I didn't comment sooner -- I got sidetracked by smartypants HNT alert!

Heidi the Hick said...

yeah, the carcasses and shit weren't the high points. But I learned to take the good with the bad.

Really prepared me for marriage and motherhood.

HA HA HA !!!

Kari said...

Ahh, country livin' is the BEST!