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Posted on 01/25/2012 11:34:09 AM PST by sinanju
...The two women proceeded to "share" the billionaire. As his wealth grew, Susan Buffett took on the task of managing her husband's charitable foundation. Buffett spent a good deal of time with his wife - they often appeared at functions together.
Menks would pack him off to see her, apparently without a trace of jealousy, and would sometimes appear beside her smiling, talking and even holding hands.
In his book The Making of an American Capitalist, the author Roger Lowenstein wrote: "From the day she moved in, Astrid knew that Buffett did not envision remarrying, and that he was still attached to his wife. She made a home for him, yet she would see him off with neatly laundered shirts when he left town to be with Susie."
The arrangement appeared to work well. Buffett's daughter, Susan Jr, told the New York Times: "Unconventional is not a bad thing. More people should have unconventional marriages."
It is a sign of the esteem with which Buffett is held in America that his relationships have generally been politely ignored by the media. Buffett's first wife roamed the world espousing causes including contraception, population control and advocacy for womens' right to have abortions...
(Excerpt) Read more at guardian.co.uk ...
What "Peppermint Tea" pointed out was that Menks never filed as self-employed and declared all the "payment in kind" she received from Warren over the years she was his live-in mistress.
I thought it interesting to learn the details of Saint Warren's family arrangements and how they have received the deferential JFK treatment by the media.
The Guardian article is from their marriage in 2006. Thought ya'll would find it interesting
She herself called her "friend" and asked her to go check in on him and take care of him. The friend was Astrid Menks, and Buffett did more than read when she was around., and his wife knew it in advance.
Weird family. You should se the interviews of his kids. Two work for his charitiy and he wont even loan them money, the other is a pianist.
You were working as a waitress in a cocktail bar
When I met you
I picked you out, I shook you up and turned you around
Turned you into someone new
Now five years later on you’ve got the world at your feet
Success has been so easy for you
But don’t forget it’s me who put you where you are now
And I can put you back down too
Don’t, don’t you want me
You know I can’t believe it when I hear that you won’t see me
Don’t, don’t you want me
You know I don’t believe you when you say that you don’t need me
It’s much too late to find
You think you’ve changed your mind
You’d better change it back or we will both be sorry
"I picked you out, I shook you up, and turned you around Turned you into someone new..."
ON the other hand, if he ever thought about supporting Republican causes, or running for office as a Republican, the media would have been all over him.
This is the “devil’s bargain” that I suspect RINOs have with the press: Don’t oppose socialism, and your private life stays private.
Apparently Buffett’s wife gave her permission for an open marriage.
Good observation. Marxists have the system set up—MSM and government laws to have force of law and almost total control of information to the masses=== to use against those who dare question Marxist’s policy. Those brave Bonhoeffers will be destroyed.
His wife seemed OK with the arrangement, so I don’t have a problem with it.
Human League, sweet 80’s tune.
If I was investing 100's of millions at a shot, instead of my meager portfolio, then I'd be a heavy hitter, too. So long as your picks are somewhere between "excellent", "Good", and "Mediocre", anyone will be fine. It's the "Horrific" and "Awful" ones that will sink your battleship. Think about people who bought "Pets.com" at the peak of the bubble. I'm no genius, but even *I* looked at that investment and said "Dumb".
The good picks are as much a function of luck, near unlimited financial and investigative resources, and the sheer fact that "Buffett is looking at our company" carries serious weight - as anything else, IMHO.
That is easy for the poor little rich girl to say. Most dirty old men that I know cannot afford a conventional marriage with one woman let alone financially indulge in unconventional ones.
>Apparently Buffetts wife gave her permission for an open marriage.
That can go any number of ways, from, “Hey honey wouldn’t an open marriage be great?” to, “Whatever it takes to keep this jackass away from me!”
Buffet is probably more of the latter. He has a major personality disorder. I’d love to know more about his childhood, and what produced it. Probably kicked around by the other kids a lot.
He spent a ton of money when his kids were little, to turn his entire upstairs into one giant high-end train set - the whole upstairs floor.
Then he told his little kids they couldn’t go anywhere near it, and he never let them play with it. They had to sit downstairs and listen while he played with it upstairs, tooting the horn and adjusitng the speeds. Of course he’s also effectively disowned them today. I’d bet he doesn’t even own a train set now. It was all just to make his little kids jealous, and screw them over.
When his wife died, Buffet was inconsolable, walking around the funeral saying to people, “I just always assumed she would take care of me when I got old. Now what will I do?”
God bless her. I hope she found peace.
A man and his wife are eating in a fancy restaurant, when suddenly a young beauty heads for the husband, locks him in warm embrace and kisses him passionately; she exchanges endearments and then makes her way out. His wife is stunned. 'Who the hell was that woman', she demands indignantly. Oh, that's my mistress, he tells her. 'Your what,' shrieks the wife, -' I want a divorce immediately'. OK says her husband, but if you do that, please remember that there will then be no visits to this place or similar, no $2,000,000 house, no clubbing, your Aston Martin convertable will be no more, just like your personal shopping accounts, no health and beauty hotels, no more cosmetic plastic surgery treatments, no more ... At that moment, a colleague of her husband enters the room, with a gorgeous girl on his arm, and gives them a nod as he makes his way to his table. 'Who is that with Henry'? asks the wife. 'Oh, that's his mistress'. 'Well,' says the wife, with a smile, 'Ours is much prettier!'