Money Is Honey, My Little Sonny

...and a rich man's joke is always funny.

I’ve seen prostitution in this city; just go south on Main Street and pick your prize; it’s illegal, but no more booming business ever flourished here than the girl under the lamppost with the “come hither” look.

But the prostitution as people open their legs to the rich – it’s amazing. Happens everywhere: big offices, business clubs, verandahs of large homes, golf courses. People lying there in the “take me” position while the rich and mighty gloat over them and chuckle with condescension.

Money is honey, my little sonny. Here’s a stupid, infantile and demeaning joke for you to laugh at as if it came from the brilliant mouth of Bill Cosby. Laugh, you stupid, worthless piece of crap; I can buy and sell you.

Yes, boss, that was a funny one about the, uh, uh, Hispanic person and the, uh, uh, person of color. I will definitely have to remember it.

The rich man’s joke is always funny. You don’t laugh, you don’t like his depiction of minorities, you might as well pack up and check Wal-Mart for a job. He knows exactly what he is doing. You just got screwed without a rubber, he’s not going to pay you and there’s no one to whom you can complain.