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No matter how rich you are, life gets pretty boring if not annoying if you have to deal with people. As companions, people basically suck. As an opulent person, what you want is a pet. But not just any pet.
No, you want a pet that befits your status in life, one that is truly unique. What you want is a genetically-engineered, glow-
in-the-dark cat. And where can you get one of these luminescent felines? Why, from Korea.
Apparently, the Korean scientists at Gyeongsang National University have figured out how to isolate the sequence of genes that turn on a red fluorescent protein in a cat’s hair. So far, no price has been set, and none of these experimental cats have been offered for sale, but that’s no problem for you, right?
Okay, maybe glowing cats are kind of weird. You’re clearly a bit more down to earth, a sentimental type. I completely understand. Perhaps you can’t get over the fact that your poodle or sweet tabby died recently. If you’re super rich, pet mortality is no problem whatsoever — you just simply clone it from its original DNA, provided you have stored samples of its genetic material.
Of course, pet cloning in the United States has been a bit of a problem due to its controversial nature, and every venture here trying to make a business out of it has failed, but that’s not gonna stop you, right? You can still get it done, but you gotta go to — you guessed it, the Koreans! Just give RNL Bio some of Fido’s DNA, and they’ll get to work.
Does it bother you that it costs around $150,000 per doggie to clone? Probably not.
Of course, if the prospect of Dog Cloning isn’t exclusive enough, or maybe the idea of having to wait years to get it done is too frustrating, maybe you just want a really expensive dog.
I got the answer for you right here — a Tibetan mastiff, flown in from China. With the best specimens in Asia selling for nearly $600,000, you’ll pay a pretty penny for one of these giant lumbering canines which can reach over 270lbs in adult weight.
I should probably mention that they poop like horses as well, but you’ve got someone else to clean up after him, right?
Opulent Knowledge & Immortality
Knowledge is power. And he who has the knowledge controls the universe. Can you buy the knowledge to control the universe and your own destiny? You betcha.
What you want to do is to join Scientology. Because they have the answers to everything, especially on how you can expunge your engrams, become a Clear, and unlock the ancient knowledge that’s already inside your brain.
The most critical tidbit that you need to unlock of course is that 75 million years ago, we were all aliens that were enslaved by the galactic overlord Xenu, who flew us to Earth (then known as the planet Teegeeack) and dumped us all into a volcano and blew us up with nuclear bombs where we became disembodied tortured souls that now possess our mortal bodies today.
Now, all of this is very useful information, but to get to this level of understanding and truly appreciate this, you have to reach “Operating Thetan Level III” which requires years and years of commitment to the Church. But you has OPULENCE, so just like the celebs in Hollywood, you can probably get there with a fixed donation of about $350,000-$400,000.
Then again, you want to get to the higher Operating Thetan levels after you reach OT-III, so it’s gonna cost you quite a bit more, especially if you need to do it from a Celebrity Learning Centre where you can do it in an accelerated manner with private tutoring. But that’s bupkis for being part of such an exclusive club of folks that possess true understanding of the universe, right?
Knowledge isn't everything, though. And while Scientology will help give you the mental discipline to ward off diseases and cast off all forms of medication, you’ll still age.
That's where Cenegenics comes in, to help keep the Grim Reaper away as long as possible. They’ll give you all sorts of private medical consultations, improve your diet and give you a special exercise regimen, as well as special hormone treatments. For a mere $1500+ plus per month, that ain't bad at all.
Eventually, however, you WILL die. No amount of enlightenment and/or medical assistance and hormonal tweaking will help you then. But there is an answer, and it’s called Cryonics.
See, one day, perhaps as soon as hundreds of years into the future, we’ll be able to beat death. We’ll live forever and with the help of nanotechnology, we’ll be able to re-animate and reconstruct dead tissue. Better still, we may be able to construct indestructible, android bodies that contain our consciousness that are even better than the real thing.
How’s that for a hardware upgrade, eh?
Well, the problem is, we can’t friggin’ do that now. But if you preserve your body when you die in a completely frozen state where you can’t deteriorate, then the chances of you coming back are… uh… um… well we have no freaking idea. It’s a crapshoot.
But when you’re ultra-rich, a crapshoot is better than nothing. And Alcor has the answer to that. For a measly $150,000, you can arrange for a full-body cryosuspension, where at the moment of death technicians will replace most of your body’s natural fluids with protective chemicals, after which your corpse will be placed in a Cryonic Dewar, a big metal Thermos containing liquid nitrogen.
There you will stay for the eons, completely vitrified in a deep cool, until technology has a chance to catch up and revive you.
Opulence of Oppression
To be truly opulent, you need to be able to oppress an entire nation and deprive it of all of its wealth, to the tune of hundreds of billions of dollars. And apparently, that's exactly what Muammar Khadfi, the deposed leader of Libya did.
What did Khadafi do with all this money? Frankly, the opulence is so extreme that it defies belief and makes our lap giraffe-loving DirecTV Russian mobster or even Donald Trump look like conservative ascetics by comparison.
Among his many homes, Khadafi built a palace with an integrated bunker that were designed to sustain nuclear attacks. Complete with replica 14th-century furniture, lush gardens, with on-premises amusement park and zoo, and a giant swimming complex.
The interior was adorned with murals depicting exotic sports cars and all sorts of other trappings of wealth.
It was like he wanted to be Saddam Hussein and Michael Jackson all at the same time.
Khadafi was a crazed, evil leader that was a paradox. In the lavish home of his eldest daughter, Ayesha, he had a sculpted gold nude mermaid two-seat couch, apparently modelled after Ayesha herself, which exemplified the sick extremes of his excess.
At the same time, he actually went and had the furnishings of his dead adopted daughter Hana's bedroom enshrined in glass display cases in sort of a ghostly mausoleum.
There is opulence, and then there is the opulence of tyranny. Hopefully, we'll never see the likes of this ever again. Although something tells me that we have a few more of these wack jobs to depose before we can say they are all gone.