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One presumes that billionaires are not stupid people, they cannot be unaware of the paradox of their great wealth. 'Just what am I working for!' they must shout rhetorically at their art collections, full of art which they secretly don't like. They know the answer of course. They have long since exceeded any possibility of conventional satisfaction. They are working to fuck up the world for everyone else.

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Strangely, another person who found Yanyarooism a pretty surprising phenomenon was Yoga Fhagwash, Chief Guru of the Yanyaroo cult, whose picture it was hung on Karen's friends', Boogaloo's and Rhumtitty's, chests.

'I just don't understand it,' he would say to his aides and girlfriends. 'I tell all these middle-class white people to wear blue clothes and send me half their money...and they do!!!'

At first, the Yoga Fhagwash, unable to believe his luck, had tried to keep up appearences. Playing it all very spiritual, issuing poems and thoughts and mantras about enlightenment through denial. After a while, though, his confidence began to grow. He began to experiment with the credulity of his followers, suggesting for instance, that possessing twenty-five Rolls Royces was an intensely religious statement and what's more, not letting anyone else have a go in them maintained their purity and integrity.

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Zimmerman's intense dislike of weapons of war had come upon him quite suddenly - literally in a flash. One moment he was walking through the jungle not decided on the subject either way, the next moment his private parts were hanging off a nearby tree and he knew he didn't like bombs. The doctors had done wonders, they fixed his legs, sewed his guts back together, but, sad to say, all the wonders of microsurgery could not get his tackle down out of the tree.

A few months later Gough Whitlam brought the Australian Army home but it is said that for those who experienced the horrors, each one left a little piece of themselves out in Vietnam. In Zimmerman's case it was his lunch-box. Ever since then he had never felt himself a whole member of society and, of course, he wasn't, because he no longer had a whole member with which to be social.

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Originally posted by oldenglanddry:
Whoops, bit of politics there. My names OLDENGLANDDRY, good night.

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