Dear Bankers and Other Assorted Rich Folk,
I think you must have been absent the day they taught this, so allow me to clue you in.
There used to be a time when rich folks like ya'll would just STFU and be rich. You wouldn't whine. You wouldn't brag. You wouldn't moan. You wouldn't thumb your noses at anyone. You would just, quite simply, and very quietly, be rich. You'd silently enjoy your money and the rest of us would only hear from you when you endowed a chair at a university or funded a wing of a hospital or underwrote some vast collection of heretofore obscure art that would draw sellout crowds to a museum for months on end. If any of you deviated from that path, there was usually some Elder Rich Person to explain, patiently but persistently, that whining, bragging, moaning, and thumbing were Simply Not Done.
There were practical reasons for this, the first being that it is, at a bare minimum, unseemly, and leads to all manner of resentment. Alternatively, it could make said resentment escalate to people hating your fucking guts. Which could lead to all manner of unpleasantness beyond mere resentment.
In any case, you need to go back to that.
Seriously. Just go quietly enjoy your money and everyone will leave you alone. Think "stay under the radar", "keep your head down", "lay low", and "be understated" and you'll be fine. Anything else is, well, nouveau riche. You remember the nouveau riche, don't you? Everyone hated them, too, for the simple reason that, like you, they never knew when to STFU. Edith Wharton wrote reams about them. It never ended well.
There are plenty of places in this country where a respectable rich person can just kick back and quietly enjoy their dough. You should find one of those places and take a lesson from the folks there.
Anything else is just an engraved invitation to Occupiers to set up camp on the east patio of your place in East Hampton.