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Gina Rinehart: Total B**** or A Savvy Business Woman?

Updated: Sep 10, 2012 22:53
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“If you’re jealous of those with more money, don’t just sit there and complain. Do something to make more money yourself—spend less time drinking or smoking and socializing, and more time working.” – Gina Rinehart

How many of you broke-ass motherfuckers were offended when you read that quote from Gina Rinehart two weeks ago?

Okay.

How many of you believe that her statement was right on the money? (All types of pun intended.)

Cool.

We know where we stand.

To say I wasn’t slightly offended would be a lie, because it did hit a small nerve. I’m poor and I felt a certain way about her statement, so what? I don’t consider myself a hater in any form or fashion, and I am certainly not jealous of those with sexier looking numbers in their savings and checking accounts, but this grotesque woman has some fucking nerve.

So you’re going to tell me how to live my life? Not only are you telling me to STOP experiencing this existential journey to the fullest, but you’re telling me to work MORE. You didn’t suggest that I work harder or smarter in order to achieve my goals, but you’re telling me to work MORE.

That’s quite amusing coming from someone who inherited their first $75 million two decades ago from daddy dearest. And through her difficult road to the riches, Ms. Rinehart still had the time to socialize just enough to get married not once, but twice. Her first marriage to Greg (Milton) Hayward ended in a divorce and her second ended with Frank Rinehart’s death. (I could make a funny here, but that would just be mean.)

So does Gina Rinehart’s statement seem anymore inappropriate now? Does it appear a bit hypocritical even? It really all depends on how you look at it, because as the saying goes, the best way to succeed in life is to act on the advice we give to others. And it is blatantly obvious that upon her past experiences, Gina has gone on to heed her own advice.

That $75 million inheritance has risen into a $20 billion net worth. Her ability to invest her money, diversify herself, and her uncanny knack for collaborating on joint ventures have allowed her to reap these lucrative rewards. Gina definitely hustles hard.

Still, there is no sign of a spouse in her life, at the moment. Her eldest children have even taken her to court. Most disturbing of all is the iron curtain that her philanthropic work continues to hide behind. Most wealthy people flaunt their charity work, so what could Gina possibly be hiding? Who knows?

So is Gina Rinehart a total bitch or a savvy businesswoman? I’d say both, but in my eyes the actions of a businessman/woman have always been consistent with that of a crook’s. Plus, I believe when you feel that people already working for minimum wage shouldn’t enjoy some of their life and should work for less money, you should give up 10 percent of your wealth to fund the education of their children. It’ll help to at least secure these children’s futures. It might even prove that “there is no monopoly on becoming a millionaire,” as you so eloquently claim.

I don’t hate you, Gina. I’m not even jealous of the rich and wealthy people on this planet. Sure, it would be nice to have a lot more shiny toys, but I bet you would think it would be nice to know what happiness truly is. Wouldn’t it be nice to know what unconditional love feels like? To know that people love you for you and not what’s in your bank account. Imagine what it feels like to be free from the shackles of greed. Have you ever wondered what it feels like to NOT be a slave to capitalism?

Probably not.

But that’s why you’re the richest woman in the world and I’m just Mr. Minimum Wage.

By the way, Gina, you’re a complete bitch.

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