A year or so ago I wrote this post: Face to Face With an Angry One Percenter. The post was about a one percenter (in all likelihood, a point one percenter) I encountered at a cocktail party who was screaming mad about the share of the income tax paid by the top one percent, but it turned out he didn’t know what the income share of the one percent was. Think about that.
So, this one percenter and I have a mutual friend, who told me last month that the one pereenter was very excited about Donald Trump’s impending candidacy, because we’d have “a businessman in the Whitehouse.” I kind of chuckled.
Yesterday, I asked the mutual friend if our angry one percenter still was a Trump supporter, half expecting the answer to be no. But, no, our one percent friend reportedly is an even more solid backer of Trump at this point. This time, I didn’t chuckle. I burst out laughing.
To quote someone for whom I have undying respect, Bugs Bunny, “What a Maroon!”