I walked thru this Cass In No and marveled at the potential winners, mostly oldfuckers like me. Ladies and Gents, place your bets, place your bets!
It was fkn sad. So many wanna be winners invested in nothing, doing nothing like nothing was something.
Just ARR, ARR, ARR…tappin this fkn button.
Winners get a ticket and can conveniently redeem it for short term uh, real money to schtick backina machine.
Fkn tappers is what we are now. Tapping for that slight motherfucking chance in hell we might win.
Welp, I got news for you. Winning is likely worse for most people than losing. Loosers go home. Winners go out. And danger lives outside (unless you’re a murderer) and wants to come in.
Chance is heaven now and if you don’t take a chance, you won’t win. But who or what will you take a chance on?
Once I was tricked into the Rotary Club and, like most hey someone stole my watch travellers, I began to notice something was amiss. Like hosting bingos where poor people buy paper, bingo stampers and smokes, if they can get them, for the slight chance that they might get some of their paper and stamper money back. Taking from Peter and giving a portion, less expenses, (hall rental, utilities, property taxes, capital expenditures, administrative, legal, janitorial, Rotary cut, maintenance, etc.) back to the poor?
Fckn Aye!
It’s your god givin’ RIGHT to exploit the poor! The rich have already been exploited.
Barry
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