I once joked with an individual from a well-off family that maybe we needed to send the rich a message about sharing and not mucking with others’ opportunities by creating intimidating golf cart-drawn guillotines. The guillotines would be periodically driven through particularly rich neighborhoods as a reminder that things can go south rather quickly, and history was rarely kind to aristocrats who got piggy.
I was joking. He didn’t laugh. in fact, he looked nervous.
And I realized, “Good God, you folks actually worry about that happening, don’t you?”
