Begging, but with a polite tone
Clearly, I do not grasp the fundamentals of having a personal fortune. I read that essay by Stephen Leacock. I counted all my pennies in the sock drawer (question: are pennies still legal tender?) I have carefully avoided the pitfalls of borrowing beyond my means. Still not ready to proclaim that I am independently wealthy.
The UK has a new prime minister. Gets paid a pittance. Still wealthier than the monarch. Yes, the same crowd that have been acquiring gold and silver for centurys. And the new lad is wealthier? What’s the secret? Does he have a book that sets out the methods? I really need to know, because my penny drawer is almost empty. And I don’t buy coffee at trendy shops. Not ever.
Finding out that the new lad was insanely rich was simple: I asked Google, and the answer jumped right off the screen. I read the bio, but I have no idea what his other job might have been. I guess that’s how you get rich; do something that cannot be described.
It doesn’t matter, much. He lives in a different world, with different rules of taxation. I could drop him a line, suggesting that he consider sharing with a poor Canuck, but I can’t find his address. Is 10 Downing a maildrop? Does he even know that here in Canada we’re sort of like extended family? Cousins, with a shared monarch. Yes, this man is wealthier, which should be inspiration to send some extra pence to me.
Given the track record of PM in their world, he won’t be around for long, so it’s time to beg, openly.
