Compensating For Something?

We'll....this is just f*&%$n' crazy, right out of the chute let me tell you, this member of the herd is truly an original, laying claim ( probably short lived ) to the largest house in the world. Wait a minute did I use the word house???? The thing is a Skyscraper for a home......let it sink in, I know, really, I actually sharted over this one! Check this out.

 This new home is the antithesis of a sprawling California ranch-style house. A 27-floor skyscraper in Mumbai, formerly known as Bombay is worth $1 billion. Mukesh Ambani lives there with his wife, mother, three children and full-time staff of 600. The skyscraper has a helipad and six floors of parking as well as separate floors for a home theater, a guest apartment and the two-story health club.

Now remember this thing is standing in India, a country that has 1/3rd of the world's poor. 456 million Indians now live under the poverty line, read more. Well I guess one could say that a lot of people were employed to make this h..h...home, almost choked there, then you have the 600 employees that will be employed, awesome. What FTR is looking at is the absolute excess for 6 people. How can you be sleeping at night when there are so many children, cold, no parents, man its crazy. Hey the success, awesome, creatin' jobs, all that, I get it need protection, you, family, success, all that. It's just that the thing went off the 'bonkersville meter man. What a legacy, if that ain't a symbol of a personal heap, I don't know what is. The only thing scarier than that thing is the sound of the larger thing being built. Tired, dismayed, I must strive on, the gap is growing every hour, no minute, ever changing, truly fields of gold. 

  I peer through my single binocular lens ( not some crazy Road warrior wrapped in cool cloth, picked up by my monkey when I drop it.....man, that would be cool ) no this my friends is one of those plastic overpriced woolworths summer model, remember those, before you know it you've freaking walked right up on the scene your scouting and looking at it through some bad plexiglass lens, hey this doesn't do shit man. Hold it, must keep it together, seen them boars run a man clean through for 2 dimes and a nickel. Not me though, never hunt these wild boar carrying cash, cmon can't even handle it for days before the tracking....they simply go crazy for the stuff, enough, my mind wanders, I focus on the wild herd, half have bed down for the night the other half continues, grrr, they are good, never stop the machine completly, Ill have to accept that for now and get some rest, a quick Texas minute nap, then I will continue my odyssey. Rest well my common friends. Rebel 7.