If you want to see the spoils of skull-fucking the working class, come to Palm Beach Island.
Here’s where the rich and famous display their expensive toys, acquired by lying to, stealing from, cheating and raping the remainder of society. And if the ornaments to ostentation didn’t come from their own chicanery, they got their goodies the old fashioned way — by inheriting it from mommy and daddy. This place is the Fort Knox of assholes.
Royalty does indeed exist in America. And that’s not meant as a compliment. Beneath the towering palms, constant sunshine, and gentle ocean breezes is the realization that is a beautiful place filled with ugly people.
There’s West Palm Beach — and then there’s Palm Beach Island. The island is more than just geographic. It’s economic and social, and dare I say — racial. This is the parcel of mansions and high-end shops (and about two dozen banks an investment houses) right over the Flagler Memorial Bridge, in between the inter-coastal waterway and the Atlantic Ocean. West Palm Beach, Palm Beach Gardens, and Boca Raton are slums compared to this place.
Consider my recent trip to the grocery store. Yeah, there’s actually a supermarket on Palm Beach Island and I had the misfortune to go inside. Question: Have you ever seen valet parking at a grocery store? Seriously, what kind of place has valet parking when you buy a sack of groceries?Read More