Shorter Megan McArdle: Please, won't you think of the rich people? When you tickle them do they not laugh? When you prick them do they not bleed?
Ode To The Rich, by A Lady Econoblogger
We might never know the bequest motive
Of rich men's thoughts and rich men's dreams,
If they doth grow their golden garden
To give life's succor to their suffering child,
Or if they merely love its glittering sheen.
Philosophers might debate the arrogance
Of entitled claims on noblesse oblige
But listen not to the common men's envy
Their voices raised in anger shrill, who
Desire to take what they refuse to earn.
Little do they know of labors that weigh down
The rich man's dreams. While the common man
Goes bowling or watches wrestling on tv screens,
Labors on the savvy rich man, giving up his
Precious leisure to pass on wisdom he has gained.
Oh ye critics! Men of letters, who dare to sneer
At Others who bear the world's weary weight.
Filled with envy of the honest rich man's due rewards,
Would angrily deny any else the pleasures labor brings.
Will Porsche survive when Atlas shrugs and only Brad DeLong is left?