Pity the poor noveau riche of the future

It's alright for the City wide boys today. They can get their year end bonus that is equal to several middle class salaries and use it to buy that home away from home in the Alps. But their unfortuante successors, in twenty years time or so, will be horribly disappointed after shelling out big bucks for a chalet in Gstaad, strapping the skies onto the Merc, installing the girlfriend and her new breasts in the front seat wrapped in fur only to arrive and find that there's no fucking snow.

It is clear that we need to take drastic action in order to save the world for the jet setters of tomorrow.