
I’m feeling very misunderstood. I wish nothing but the very best to the rich, the very rich, and the mega rich. I’m so supportive that I’m in favor of a flat (not progressive) income tax and have been so forever. I’m very, very wishful that the rich should be extremely happy. All I ask is that they be very happy at a distance from me.
My sensibility is very proletarian. At work, I feel most comfortable with the janitor, the cafeteria staff, and the building workers. The only time I enjoyed talking to somebody at a reception, she turned out to be the cleaner.

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