Oh, BURN!

ginmar has a pretty awesome rant on what to do with the rich slimebags at the top of the economy and a good breakdown on what she thinks of Merrill Lynch CEO John Thain's "refurbishing of his office".

Excerpts from the list:

$28,000-- four curtains. Jesus. What are they made out, gold? The hymens of virgins? Gold-plated hymens of virgins? What does this asshole use for his shoe leather, his toilet paper, his napkins?

$13,000--chandelier in private dining room. Raise your hands. Who has an actual chandelier in their dining room? In their office? Who the hell needs a dining room in their office? I don't really think asshole here is burning the midnight oil. He can eat at his damned desk like an real working sod, you know, one of those who's now doing about five jobs for the same or less pay, while his coworkers keep getting escorted to the door after security frisks their sad little box for any paper clips, stray staples, or busted pens the little thieving bastards might have tried to snarf up to pawn on the streets after the matches they sell for pennies run out.

$5,000--mirror in private dining room. You know, in some ways this is the worst thing. Come on. Seriously, you know this fucker wears $10,000 suits made of woven princess hair and his shoes are made of calf skin that comes from calves who sleep on silk sheets in golden barns with silver roof shingles. The grass these calves eat gets watered with jeweled watercans and is fed to them by hand while blind songbirds perch in platinum cages and serenade them to sleep. When they're butchered for their hides, of course, the meat is not used. His socks come from silk that's so rare it takes one worm fifty years to produce one thread and each sock can only be worn once, after which it withers up and evaporates, leaving behind a brief aria and scent of roses in the air. And then CEO Dumbfuck gazes at himself in awe and appreciation and doesn't do one good goddamned thing all day.

Go read the whole damn thing.