Is it Baller To Carve Your Name Into Your Own Personal Island?

The Atlantic - The Sun has a curious report today on Sheikh Hamad Bin Hamdan Al Nahyan, a member of Abu Dhabi's ruling family. The paper informs us that the billionaire sheikh had workmen carve his name, Hamad, in capital letters into an island he owns in the United Arab Emirates called Al Futaisi, without elaborating on when the name was inscribed, how it was accomplished, or how The Sun learned of the exploit. The paper reports that the name is so massive--we're talking two miles across, with each letter over half a mile high--that it's visible from space. Indeed, it is. To get a sense of just how gigantic this thing is, here's a view of both Abu Dhabi and Al Futaisi captured by Google Earth's satellites in 2009 (we've inserted an arrow to Hamad's name):

I mean, yea, its completely baller, don't get me wrong, I'd kill to have enough money just to build the H. So it's defintitely baller. 

But at the same time, I feel like by rich people standards, maybe this isn't that great? I mean I just picture Richard Branson living on his chain of islands getting a chuckle out of how hard this goofball sheikh is trying to fit in... That's the difference between true ballers, the movers and shakers of the world, and your average rich idiot. 

This island being the perfect example of the latter...this island is the equivalent of a hood rich dude pimping out his 2001 civic with a gigantic spoiler, 18 in rims and a fake hood scoop...Does it look allright? Sure.  When it lines up next to a dude rolling a 700 series BMW? Looks like a cheap childs toy.  In this analogy Richard Branson's string of tropical islands being the BMW.  Because without a doubt, push comes to shove, I'd rather own a tropical island in an area of the world I'd actually have a desire to visit, over some sandy waste land of an island, in the middle east, with neighboring terrorist countries and 120 degree heat.   As far as rich people are concerned this Sheikh's island is the equivalent of you or I carving our name in the sand with our toe at Hampton beach...big frigen whoop.