My Oligarch

What’s the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the term “oligarch?”  Lemme guess:  a rare butterfly, distress in the small intestine, the nth power of zero, or, or, or… a really rich Rooskie who has a palatial estate in the south of France and an 8000 square foot flat in Trump Tower.   Okay, I know I shouldn’t use an ethnically pejorative term to describe a person, but, by golly, I can’t help myself.  Be honest, you thought of a Russian, too.  In fact, I don’t believe there is any such thing as a Canadian oligarch or a Uruguayan oligarch.  To be an oligarch you just gotta be a Rooskie, er, I mean Russian.  And...