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.
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?
riding a bike in gravel
dodging piles of horseshit/cowshit in the pasture while being chased by a pack of cousins
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
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.