since billionaires aren't going away anytime soon, time to stop fighting it and embrace the concept. Pick one billionaire a year, take care of all their needs wants and desires, make them feel even more loved and then in spring sacrifice them to the harvest god for prosperity
Fill their bellies with the finest corn-beer, wrap them tenderly in wool blankets, and drop them off at the top of the mountain.
The following year we'll take them to a museum far away and do ultrasounds, as is tradition.