Sting. Sting. Sting. I am so glad to have you as a role model for responsible parenting.
You make my heart sing Sting (see what I did there?)
Let’s discuss your plans- just between us.
I have traveled a bit. I get your worldly out-look. International travel is a social leveler. Toilets back-up no matter how many green tax credits you can write off your bottom line by fueling your jet in Ireland.
I would like to say I’ve been ‘fortunate’ but that wouldn’t be the whole truth– I have worked very hard and studied to be skilled in recognizing opportunity and follow through.
You have also worked hard. L-i-t-e-r-a-l-l-y. Remember the inspiration for Every Breath You Take? Oh, the beach will never be the same for me.
As you know, I have more money then I need- but I’m not just going to give it all away you turd.
I would like to say I’ve been ‘lucky’ but that wouldn’t be the whole truth– I’ve almost never spent money I didn’t have unless I was very confident that there would be a monetary ‘gain’ at the end. Like a Grammy win.
I give to charities. I volunteer. I draw lines in the sand and incite others to respond (get your head out of the gutter Gordon). And if I have set-up trust-funds for my children, then that information will remain private, because, there is no way in Hell that I think that’s anyone’s business.
On a ‘Need-To Know- scale I think it rates about a -zero- and I’ve counseled you on your propensity to share TMI.
Was it the organic whiskey backstage between downward facing dogs or the beautiful sunset on the catamaran with the servant boys blowing into our sails that caused you to not heed my warning?
And Sting- I don’t believe you. It’s not that your lying, your just not telling the whole truth. And you know how I relish the truth (especially at sunrise after a bottle of fair trade tequila and worms in places that they don’t belong, you devil).
It goes to reason that your children have lived with all of the opportunity that great wealth can provide, that they have, and will continue to have, the benefit of your contacts and influence, that as much as you say you desire them to work for their own fortune- they have already benefited from yours.
Listen, I’ve got kid’s too.
So why the ‘spilling of the porridge’ when we all know you haven’t eaten this slop in an ion’?
As much as I respect your unabated, and unceasing relentless desire to influence all those around you, you are just not a ‘regular’ guy with otherworldly concerns.
You are Sting.
And I’ve been to your Island*.
*note: I have ACTUALLY been to his island. He did not invite me. It was just a happy mistake made by the captain of the sailboat I was traveling on. Or something like that….