Beating Down the Help

I told my oppositional defiant daughter, It is always bad politics and devastating economics to beat up the cook and maid and chauffeur and gardener and tax payer because then, regardless of how many hotel rooms you own, you will, eventually, have to do all that stuff yourself or die trying. That's when she asked me Can I kiss your head? which, I suppose, for her, is like asking permission to revere, while holding close, her primary capital investments despite thuggish, sluggish, loser historic performance.