Greed

You can’t blame Hope Rinehart for trying to get her Mum to pay for a cook, a housekeeper and a bodyguard. Optimism isn’t even her middle name - it’s right up there.

Why yes they ARE Moldovan pearls… Pic: Marie Nirme

And who among us wouldn’t have a fairly ambitious birthday wish list if Mum was the richest person in Australia?

So Hope asked Mum for a cook (AND showed her willingness to negotiate by including a salary ranging from $40,000 to $225,000+ which means she’d presumably gun for Jamie Oliver but be happy with a Subway “sandwich artist”). 

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  • chopper knows says:

    09:32am | 06/02/12

    We’ve all been scammed. The Media being the catalyst. If you were a multi billionaire with concerns for family safety and potential kidnappers what would you do? You would purchase power and influence in a major media company. You would set up a “dummy” court case to be televised nationally/Internationally… Read more »

  • Rose says:

    11:58pm | 05/02/12

    I reckon that being raised by Gina Reinhardt would be doing the hard yards. I don’t imagine that woman having anything remotely like maternal instinct or a nurturing nature. I would hazard a guess that being raised by her would have been awful. She clearly hasn’t earnt the respect of… Read more »

 

The worst kept secret in the gambling world is the statement “the house always wins”. No casino on Earth hides this fact. In fact, they seem to proudly embrace the mantra as an open challenge to morons. And surely in the realm of unashamedly unfair advantages, Lotto is the mother of them all.


There’s an old saying in the poker game, “If you can’t spot the sucker at the table, then the sucker is you”. In the Lotto world, the saying should be “If you’re not the extraordinarily unlikely winner of bucketloads of cash, then you’re an idiot”.

As the Oz Lotto draw that stopped the nation entered its final week and the jackpot hit Def-Con Ridiculous, reportedly half of the adult population of Australia flocked to pay their idiot tax, salivating like St Bernards over the impressive $106 million bone, in the vain hope of striking it rich in the biggest possible way, and being able to tell their bosses once and for all, to shove it.

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  • Jane says:

    09:49am | 04/07/09

    I’m done with Sergio, he treats me like a rag-doll Read more »

  • Jean says:

    02:46pm | 03/07/09

    I buy a lottery ticket every week, if I’m passing the paper shop- takes about 30 seconds. I reckon it’s all about time management. While my lottery habit indicates I am not morally opposed to gambling, I don’t want to waste any more time on it than is necessary. Spend… Read more »

 

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