Rand Paul has whacked out meltdown about peanuts
Let’s talk about money. I am not rich — far from it. But I remember a time I got to see how the one percent lived. It happened at a hotel in Palm Beach, Florida. It was a beautiful hotel with a lot of history. It’s called The Breakers, and it’s a haven for the high net worth crowd. Because of certain circumstances, I got to stay there for a night. And believe me, I fell in love with the hotel, its crystal chandeliers, and architecture, and amazing history. But what I didn’t fall in love with was the top 1 percent.
I’m not saying some extremely wealthy people are not good — even great — people. But many are what a friend deemed the “I have people for that” crowd. That’s not a crowd I want to be part of But some do. Take politicians, for example. Many of our politicians spend time at The Breakers. I’ve read about their time there.
And many politicians are as in love with money as they are with power. In fact, some love it even more. And then there are those who love both money AND power. And these people usually have not a clue as to how to treat the human race. Now let’s talk about Rand Paul.
Paul is clueless about the average person. A child of privilege, he is unbelievably arrogant and a cruel and pathetic human being. In his latest obtuse statement, Paul put his foot in it again. The Bird of Prey is angry. And he’s squawking — loudly — about airplanes. As you’re aware, flight attendants and some passengers have been having a rough time lately.
This is because of the Maga attacks. But Paul isn’t upset at little things like THAT. No — he feels airlines aren’t treating him in the style to which he is accustomed. And he is speaking out. Paul wants to put an end to mask mandates on planes so he can eat his airplane peanuts in serenity without having to worry about a piece of cloth.
“I’M TIRED OF PAYING THE AIRLINES TO BE TREATED LIKE CRAP WHEN I GET ON THE PLANE!!” the Senator screeched.
“I want them to bring me at least a glass of water!!” he said scowlingly.
“I don’t want somebody jammering at me to put my mask on in between peanuts,” he whined.
Well, now — perhaps we should seriously consider ending all mandates so Paul can enjoy the crunchy taste of his beloved peanuts in peace. What do you think?
This is the type of person I referred to earlier in this article. Paul is to wrapped in his privilege even to understand what a spoiled, arrogant nut head he sounds like. Here’s hoping nobody reading this meets up with Paul on a plane anytime soon.
