I Hate Rich People

I'm walking along Tahoe Boulevard from CVS to the library, happy to have moved here, then the sidewalk comes to an abrupt stop.  Where? In front of the exclusive private beach club hotel, of course. As I hobble along terrain that is more like the Pirates island at Disneyland than a downtown street, I holler at the top of my lungs, “I hate rich people.” But of course no one hears me due to all the traffic noise. Sigh. No wonder Randi Rhodes left the country. Well, as long as I am hiding in the woods , that's almost like leaving the country. Sigh.