Again, wouldn't you try to change a rule that let prep-school baseball teams start every inning with the bases loaded, even if your own team doesn't load the bases on its own very often, which is what you mean when you imply, "You didn't earn it either, so let them have their unearned privilege."
Or would you call that manly resentment "jealousy" motivated only by the fact that your team always loses to them? You are trying to avoid the real issue, which is having Daddy's Money put inferior people in superior positions over us. Not only that, but they make sure that only no-talent self-hating brown-noses get to scratch and claw their way up to the class the Heirheads were born in. It is our natural right to demand a society run by those with the most talent. I'm not going to claim that even the Heirheads would benefit from that. I don't lower myself to try to persuade high and mighty lowlife. To me, they're just guillotine fodder.
having Daddy's Money put inferior people in superior positions over us.
Now, now, just because you're inferior doesn't mean you're in charge.
Go whine in Cuba, everyone is equal there.
In a free country, a lazy, Low IQ draftdodger like Bush would have wound up living in a trailer park. On parlor socialism, you've got things upside down. Fidel Castro came from one of the richest families in Cuba, so it's the same structure as the United States. This was brought out in a Robert Redford movie when he asked one of Batista's thugs why so many of the Communists were from the upper class. The policeman answered, "The father of the one you know worked my father to death. The rich get tired of screwing us one way, so they try another. That's all Communism is."
You have a childish fixation in finding a Big Shot father figure, so you have to believe that one of the phony factions of the ruling class is on your side. You dream that they will adopt you, get your kid out of the draft if that comes up, makes sure you're in a situation where you don't have to be smart to become richer, and place you above people with talent, who will be your slaves. Your ultimate goal is to be accepted for Country Club membership, with one of the spoiled Heirheads patting you on the head and saying, "We forgive you for not being born rich."
The only thing rusty here is your brain.
Sorry the rich made you a failure.