I am a veritable caricature of everything you know, think you know, or wish to believe about the richest one percent. Having been hoodwinked by my archnemesis, the socialist writer and inventor Mr. H.G. Wells, to step into a strange contraption of his construction at a dinner party in New York City in the summer of 1929, I found myself transported some eighty two and a half years into the future, where I confront the ruins of my once great culture. There, I use my specialized knowledge of industry and the many talents of my reliable manservant, Mr. Chang, to rebuild my fortune while lamenting the decline of the West and the replacement of a once vibrant America with a bizarre socialist Dystopia. I toil ceaselessly to find my way home, and I look forward to the day when the accursed Mr. Wells shall face the justice of my all-conquering wrath.
- You may email me at: onepercenterblog AT gmail.com Mr. Chang advises me to post it that way so that the accursed machines will not deluge the box with Spam, whatever that means. He is quite a busy man, so he may not get to your missives for some time, and is under strict orders not to waste my time with trivia, so do not expect a reply.
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