California Senator Dianne Feinstein, heroic veteran public servant, has decided to pony up $5 million of her own money to finance her reelection campaign.
There are a couple of ways to view this:
1. She is such a pure-hearted altruist that she is willing to deplete her life savings to increase her chances of saving the poor, stupid rubes from themselves. Not likely, although I'm sure she'll spin it that way at some point.
2. Her ego is so massive that the paltry sum of $5 million is required to service it every six years. More likely. Highly likely, I would wager.
3. She sees this as an investment and believes that she will recoup this amount, along with a substantial return, during or after her next term as senator. This is the most likely of the three, if my gut is correct.
Let's break it down:
Your average, garden variety senator earns $174,000 per year (Feinstein may make more, although I can't say since I am not so masochistic as to have bothered to look more deeply into the particulars of her, uh, career).
U.S. senators serve six-year terms.
The initial investment of $5 million works out to a little over $833,000 per year at the base senatorial pay rate.
To break even, she would have to recoup something $659,000, nearly four times her annual pay, every year of her term, or some other escalated value if we assume that her return is to be made after she leaves office and enters the vast, swirling maze of revolving doors that is the American Corporate-State Mega Hive.
Savvy investors seldom shoot to break even. This bitch thinks that she is going to rake in a sum well over $5 million by serving another term as senator, on top of all the other fringe benefits that come from being an empowered sociapath toying with the lives of millions, billions of beastly schmucks to whom she is so obiously superior.
My apologies to fans fan of my posts (hi Redman!) for popping up only briefly enough to jot down this little snippet. I am jaded nearly to the point of suicide, and the only thing saving me now is Junior Lips, who wants to show me his trash trucks. Gotta run.
P.S. Sorry if my arithmetic is flawed, I am an electrical engineer by trade so math is not my strong suit. Suite? Soot? Neither is grammar, I guess.