Let's Nuke Nantucket

Bob and Melanie Sabelhaus created a bar in their Nantucket home that has a mahogany bar top, a Kohler trough sink and a Sub-Zero wine refrigerator with ice-maker. "Hard ice is very important," said Ms. Sabelhaus. (They have an equally luxurious bar in their Florida winter home.)

An article in today's Wall Street Journal about the decadent assholes who live, laugh, play and spend on Nantucket, that sybaritic island off the coast of Massachusetts populated by the filthy rich, is so nauseating it could be used as an effective kick-off tool in a weight-loss program. I only managed to skim it because my eyes filled with tears as I flashed on all the homeless people living on the streets across America, and the wannabe immigrants stuck in holding pens at our southern border, all lacking basics like food, water and shelter, not to mention flu shots.

In Nantucket, people living in 9,000 square-foot homes (they use in summer only!) keep busy trying to outdo one another by designing and installing luxurious, over-the-top indoor bars so they can hang out and get stinking drunk with their friends even if it's raining out. The cost of a wet bar ranges from $25,000 to $75,000, "but obviously the sky's the limit," said local architect Lisa Botticelli.

Obviously.