Nah, let them keep an income of $80k/yr each. Make a reality show out of old money trying to live modestly as middle class. I’d subscribe to HBO Max for that.
Also make sure there’s an accountant with some charisma to explain their bank account balance in every episode. Need to make sure they aren’t getting other sources of income. Ideally, make the accountant a black woman. Not like a skinny pretty one like you’d find hosting the news…no, one with some meat and attitude. She’ll be the host too.
No he wouldn’t. There would be no one to give him external validation, which extreme narcissists crave.
Ranting and raving in his own mind, with no one to tell him he’s a good boy or the yugest, bigliest smartest man to ram the ramparts, would be the worst kind of hell he could suffer.
I prefer that he gets locked in syndrome for a few years. A taste of hell before he goes to the real one.
Personally, I’m hoping we can strip the family of enough wealth that they’re all left destitute. Anything less will just encourage copy-cats.
Copy cats? Trump is the copy cat. The original was born in 1889 in Austria.
Nah, let them keep an income of $80k/yr each. Make a reality show out of old money trying to live modestly as middle class. I’d subscribe to HBO Max for that.
Also make sure there’s an accountant with some charisma to explain their bank account balance in every episode. Need to make sure they aren’t getting other sources of income. Ideally, make the accountant a black woman. Not like a skinny pretty one like you’d find hosting the news…no, one with some meat and attitude. She’ll be the host too.
I’d happily settle for a massive stroke with aphasia and a droopy face.
How would we know?
Like what happened to that dude from Metallica’s “One”
Nothing but his own internal monologue and no interaction with the rest of the world? That’s basically a campaign rally for him. He’d love it.
No he wouldn’t. There would be no one to give him external validation, which extreme narcissists crave.
Ranting and raving in his own mind, with no one to tell him he’s a good boy or the yugest, bigliest smartest man to ram the ramparts, would be the worst kind of hell he could suffer.