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--- I'm not a rich person, but I get to hang around with a lot of them. No, not the super-rich,... just the small-to-intermediate traditional Horatio Alger American success stories,... Oh, let's say businesses launched by smart and enterprising individuals,.. and which succeeded largely on a lot of blood, sweat and tears of that first generation,.. and produced family businesses of up to around $100 million or so. (I've worked for much larger businesses, primarily in financial, computer and consumer manufacturing,.. but what I'm about to say is derived mostly from my more personal encounters at the more modest level. I leave it to the astute reader to extrapolate from there.)
--- Without putting too fine a point on things, I left a ten-year career in journalism in the 70's in order to "advance" (heh heh,.. joke's on me) into marketing and various forms of "consulting." Mainly I became a problem-solver, if you will. Then there was a weird segueway into the engineering field (don't ask), but the problem-solving,..... trouble-shooting nature of my work remained about the same. People called me in to fix things that were wrong,... things they couldn't figure out for themselves. I really enjoyed that,... I love a good challenge,.. but that is all that I intend to say about it. The point is,... I got to meet a lot of people. Let me tell you where the money is going,... what's wrong with American capitalism.
--- The following is a composite portrait of observations made over the past twenty years or so.
--- A smart and hard-working guy starts a business,... succeeds bigtime,... makes a small fortune for his family. And since he's now rich, he has a fairly big family,... 2-3 kids, anyway. Got a new mansion, a get-away place on the coast, a nice boat, some investment property in Florida or upstate New York. A few condo's. Trust funds for all the kids. And the company is running full out on all cylinders. The American Dream, eh?
--- But sadly (and almost predictably) the poor guy works himself into an early grave. The family attempts to carry on. That's when the perverse fun starts, and it can take a variety of courses. The wife generally knows the most, but still too little about the business,... the kids have all flunked out of the "best" schools,.. but they still engage in some animated fraternal combat over who gets to run things. The "winner," whomever it may be, is usually an idiot and an insufferable prick or bitch,.. based on a short lifetime of privilege and never lifting a finger towards their own support. The business registers this influence right away, have no fear. Meanwhile, the other siblings compete for the most creative ways to waste money without working,... and these usually boil down to drugs. Cocaine in particular is the most frequent pharmaceutical player in this drama. Five thousand bucks per month, per kid... is not unusual. The family siphons off more and more of the cash receipts from the business than they ever did when the "old man" was still around. But at this stage, the business adjusts and maintains. Maybe they hire a good manager. Employees become resentful.
--- Actually, at this stage, the problem is minimal, believe it or not. It's at this point that the kids start adding failed marriages and unintended children to their drug bills. The so-called "extended" family really gets extended in the third generation, eh? Instead of two or three spoiled kids fighting over dad's money, while producing nothing, themselves,... now you have ten or twelve legally enfranchised competitors all bidding for their share of what was once just one man's effort. Plus the cousins, the hangers-on, the new in-laws. Not one goddamned soul wants to work, mind you. But they all love their chemicals. This is "entitlement." The lines get drawn. Lawyers are ushered in. The banks weigh in, too. The original second generation is really pissed. I've spoken with 50-year-old guys with college degrees,... fretting about problems like this,... and when I mildly proposed that they could seek jobs in their ordained fields, or actually go to work for the family business, they looked at me as if I was crazy. "What? Me work?"
--- And here is where the business begins its almost unavoidable decline. I have seen businesses which grew from a single retail outlet to thirty-plus retail outlets in five states,... but which had shrunk to four outlets by the time I got asked for some "advice." Of course by that time, there were maybe fifty slothful, coke-snorting zombies planning to live the rest of their lives off the efforts of that one original entrepreneur. Frankly, I'm glad he didn't live to see it.
--- Now for that extrapolation I mentioned in the first paragraph. If this shit happens in the "modest" $100 million "family" businesses, don't you imagine that something of the same nature occurs all the way up the capitalist line? Well, it does. Y'know, profit was great as long as it was the reward for innovation and hard work. But when the generational progess of the capitalist family turned it into an unearned reward for,..... nothing,...... then capitalism had turned a corner, and it had gone the wrong way.
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