To the editor:

Looking into the future is a speculative enterprise for most but not all of us. As one’s net worth escalates beyond multiple homes, a third Rolls or is it time for the mid-life Ferrari, and actually paying taxes, telling tomorrow what to bring instead of asking becomes a distinct possibility.

The last eight years have been pretty darn good. Sure, the dollar has tanked but you’ve been in Euros, oil, precious metals and exclusive contracts to “service” our government.

As always, even for you there’s a price to pay. In the grand tradition of your class you set out immediately to find someone else to pay that price. It’s hard not to blush when you think of the tax breaks you’ve earned by piddling investments in a few politicians, but you sense restlessness in the worker bees. Is it time for a new enemy already?

Some economist at your club suggests ignoring the problems. His example: not paying for the wars. (The guy tans a little too easily for your taste.) You agree it doesn’t get any better than stealing from people who haven’t been born yet, but they’re tough to blame until they exist.

Some nut case on your Board of Country Acquisitions suggests letting the little people win one. Before the dead silence becomes literal he rushes on to explain that present problems are insurmountable. Whoever next rents the White House will be buried by the wars, the economy, world-wide animosity and an enviable level of corruption. What passes for your heart skips a beat.

Jamie McNett

Clinton