Anyone besides me notice the glaring omission of any mention of the POWERBALL by Obama last night? The O is out of touch with the average American's hopes and dreams I say. Yeah it's cool that still, here in year 8, he wants to close GITMO. Bravo and yawn Barack, yes that's exciting. Whatever. What about the POWERBALL? Certainly, it's good to know that our individual chances of being killed by ISIS parallel the odds of being mauled by a grizzly bear and a polar bear on the same calendar day, and yes we are aware that odds of hitting the POWERBALL are far less than that, but by God, we would rather dream of winning a cool billion than contemplate the possibility that we are not doomed.
So how much is it? I haven't checked today; far over a billion to be sure, and I'll be running to contribute before the day is out I tell you. My son calls it the poor people tax. Folks will literally downgrade their food intake in quantity or quality, voluntarily, glad to have the chance of winning. Winos will forego wine. Mothers will wash out and re-use pampers. Cars will be found abandoned, out of gasoline, because .. POWERBALL. Choices must be made!
There was a thing going around on facebook, a meme as they say (pronounced meem, go figure), that got everyone all agitated earlier this week when the POWERBALL was only 800 million or so. Some communist genius did the math---figured that we could split the jackpot evenly, giving every single man, woman, and child .. black and white, Christian and Muslim (excluding Obama) .. 4.33 million dollars! Which would be plenty wouldn't it! But, alas, turns out it only works out to four dollars and thirty three cents each. Sadness resumes.
Considering that for a moment ^ was fun though, WHAT IF we all suddenly had 4.33 million? What if you had ten kids and THEY ALL got 4.33 million, better yet. But, wouldn't that lead to total societal collapse? Who would volunteer for the military and go kill ISIS if they had 4.33 million in their pocket? Probably still a few .. like a dozen. That would be our military, 12 dimwits who really really want to dust a raghead. Who would flip the burgers, maid the house, mow the lawn .. grow the food? Nobody. So then we'd starve to death in filth as the yard becomes an eyesore to the whole neighborhood.
And always the question .. yes this is fun, the non-communist reality outcome ... what would you do with a billion plus dinero? Worthwhile to consider, and I'll be reporting back after it happens with my decisions tomorrow! First on the list though, goes without sayin', guns and lots of them, and a hella fence surrounding my compound, and oh yeah, a compound .. with servants girls from Syria and plenty of them, and every Bowie album, and Paul Ryan .. I'd buy him for compound jester. The list goes on and on. Dream with me my fellow Americans!