I know it's great for the people finding the $100 bills in San Francisco and elsewhere. But in this era of outsourced jobs, shrinking opportunities for more and more people, the disappearance of the American Dream as it were, I can't help but have this image...
of a retreat somewhere where billionaires sit around, drinks and cigars in hand, having their agents plant prizes of what amounts to their pocket change. And then sitting back and entertaining themselves watching "the little people" scurry like rats to collect the crumbs. Maybe even thinking of the landscapes in the hunts as the laboratory maze.