There are no ATM Machines in hell.
None of the damned care if you were a billionaire, had a dozen PHD's or could have 50 orgasms or keep and erection on your foot long penis for 24 hours.
If you die rich, the money stays in this world, and an upheaval comes from a new people, they dig your corpse up to see if you have gold in your teeth or diamonds on your fingers.
There is no workout program as you have no body, and without a body it makes no difference how much lip suction or thousands of miles you tread to keep fit.
Your wonderful home will be gutted by someone with better taste after you are dead.
Your prize possessions will be sold if they have value by your relatives and if no value will be dumped into Good Will where poor folks will fart in your favorite chair and produce body fluids on your favorite sheets.
If you have a business, it will be run into the ground or sold by your grandchildren.
Within twenty years no matter how powerful or rich you are, no one will know who the hell you were.
No matter how well your dress, good looking you think you are, people will laugh at how odd you look in the next generation.
All the things you thought were important in you lied to yourself about, you will discover as demons drag you away, that you will figure out.
You can't spend your money in hell.
* My Beloved Uncle had an aneurysm in his lower brain from being hit by his stupid brother in a fury the piss ant had. In that, My Uncle got a wake up call at age 62 and decided to live life, because you never know when the last heartbeat comes.
He invested the next decade doing what he liked in even more intensity of fishing, hunting, trapping, wildlife management, rodeo and those types of activities.
He took me fishing as he always did as "payment" as he would say after I would never accept money for doing chores or watching his place, "You damn shit I will make it up to you". That was in June in 1997, and I noticed something seemd a bit off with him, but he was 72 and I thought he was just aging.
He soon disappeared and was losing his memory that people noticed. He was diagnosed with brain cancer, and the treatment actually fed the cancer, so he was in Heaven by the end of September of that year.
I still miss him, but I think of his life in you have to live it, because you never know when it is going to be over, and there are no reincarnations or do overs.
I am sincere in telling rich people, that you really should be doing good things and trust in Jesus for your only salvation. If you are not going to donate money here in the sums you can afford, then I honestly hope that you go live this life and spend piles of money on yourself and enjoy it, because the reality is no one is going to remember you no matter how much money you might leave them, and they sure are not going to appreciate that money.
Rare is the son like Kermit Roosevelt, son of Theodore Roosevelt, who was a fine gentleman, who in anguish of life eventually killed himself, as I believe life lost meaning without his father.
Kermit's son was the CIA guy who overthrew Iran for American interests, doing a world of good.
Now this is Teddy Roosevelt mind you please and I mean this you rich people. Teddy, was Mr. Conservative. He has his face on Mount Rushmore. Sarah Palin called up his political ghost..............and you know what the hell was going on by 1980 in the Roosevelt clan?
They sold his African Medicine Gun, as it was up in the attic......but they had lost the forearm to it as it did not matter. I know this as the family who purchased the gun, made a move called In the Blood, where they took that rifle, and sent it to Purdy and Sons the English gunmakers to have it restored, and the English sent a note back after it was repaired, "NO CHARGE", as Teddy Roosevelt meant something to them yet.
The current Kermit Roosevelt IV is a slight little thing who is a dripping liberal, an Obama voter.
If money can ruin even the Theodore Roosevelt line, then what makes you think that the people you have in your richtard existence are going to care about you, or your memory?
For badness sake, look at Junior Reagan suffering from Stockholm Syndrome over his father, in Ron jr. going over to the enemy.
Your children are no different. They lust after what you have, and in forensic psychology, they are either going to throw all the things you have away for pain and hurts, burn up the things for pain and hurts and then what is left they are going to spend it all on some salve to those pains and hurts you inflicted as revenge, as they deserve it in their minds.
So to the rich, I advise for you to go live the life you are in, and enjoy it. Do good and obey Jesus, trusting in Him, as you are an absolute failure in alms and being a Good Samaritan here.
It is your money by hook or crook, so you might as well go enjoy it, instead of keeping it in a pile to validate you, as that is not doing you any good. Go out and have adventures, discover life......does not make a difference if you are hanging wood duck boxes like my Uncle or you want to build a moon capsule to get you there and back........just go live the life you have, because once hell comes, that money is not going to do you any good, and the people you leave it too as Solomon said are a disaster in the making squandering your god to their whims.
Life is not fair for rich people no more than the poor. Rich people just die a little better when they have their faculties about them, but once they can not pay attention, they are dumped to die just as readily as a poor geezer.
So you might as well in all your wealth, go enjoy the life here as that is your reward, as you will not get one later.
If I could offer some advice, from the edge. The edge is a place where you are stuck all winter like Laura Little House Ingalls in a snowed in shack, eating brown bread and going insane.
I have found that if you take away the Rolls Royce aspect of things and delve into something you like........
For example in my sphere, I create in my mind something I like doing......I like eating elk. So from the top to the bottom I create adventures for that event in my mind. It is not about shooting an animal, but it is about deciding upon a rifle like a Remington Rolling Block, then the load, which I would make, the tunic I would wear like a capote......my camp stove I made is a little alcohol burner from a pop can........to a horse trailer I would sleep in......decide upon a pack burro or mule as camp pet, the intricacies of the pack saddle, the diamond hitch..........all sorts of things.
I hate golf, but the way I would approach that is I would either find some old club or build a set of them, and then my dream might be to play on the field the Masters was or something with all sorts of things to the last detail to treasure every bit of it. The fun is not in the doing, but the torture in depriving yourself of things, so that you know every detail to even what grass they have planted and how it is manicured.
Go live an adventure, and then maybe in your living, some of the people who donate on credit like David, Martha, Terri etc.... with basically their twenty they should not be donating, but God bless them for it, you might just in spending have that money find it's way into their lives by employing them or what they make.
Poor people deserve a hell of alot better than being saddled with a girl like me
Seriously, you rich people, those who are employed to spy on this blog.........if I had what you have, I would not be sitting online looking at a blog. GO LIVE THE LIVES GOD GAVE YOU. You have more than enough money, so stop being afraid in hiding behind a computer screen and go do something for yourself, as no one else will, and everyone one around you is counting the days until you go tits up and what you think you have will be gone in their spending sprees.
Go be someone's huckleberry. Grab that life and go live it before it is too late, as the Bible says, and not me, that it is going to be too late soon enough.
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