You have no idea how annoying the lottery is. Or perhaps you do, but I doubt it. I can’t stand it, it’s revolting. It’s funny how the revolting things say most about us. Counselors should just ask their patients to bathe in mire to reveal the most about their characters. I wish I was a counselor, but for some reason they won’t allow me to practice. Something about “cruel and unusual techniques, which more closely resemble Joseph Mengele than responsible mental health.” Don’t ask me, I think I’m in the right, frankly.

Lotteries exist on the belief that “someone has to win it, so why couldn’t it be me?”. Or more often, “why SHOULDN’T it be me?”. As if the entire lottery system is dependent on the merits of the winner. Here’s the first problem. Nobody gets the simple fact that NOBODY HAS TO WIN IT. If it doesn’t go off, which is almost always, it just keeps going up and up until finally someone manages to draw their “lucky numbers” and wins millions of dollars, then realizes that millions of dollars won’t change the fact that they are inbred white trash who live in a trailer near the highway.

But I’ll get onto the real point I am trying to make.

It costs, what, 5 dollars to enter? People know this, and think “shit! I have 5 dollars!”. I wonder if they think after that, “but there are more noble things to spend 5 dollars on”. I don’t want to know if they think that. It is too painful.

Let me tell you something. The amount one person pumps into the state lottery division per month on average is enough to save a child in the Philippines from prostitution. It’s enough to pay for medicine and schooling for poor communities in Equador. For fuck’s sake, it’s enough to feed a family in Mozambique for a week. Consider that, you fucks.

But NO! THAT DOESN’T MATTER, I’M FREE TO SPEND MY MONEY ON WHATEVER I WANT. I EARNED IT, IT’S MINE. STOP IT! WAAA!

Of course you can. But you should be ashamed of yourselves for doing so. You’d rather throw money away at some ridiculous pipe dream than actually make a difference to someone’s life. Because fuck them! You’re more important, right? You can’t make a difference in the world.

NO. WRONG. ABSOLUTELY WRONG. WHAT A COPOUT. IF YOU ACTUALLY TRIED TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE, YOU’D BE SURPRISED. BUT THAT’S NOT GOING TO HAPPEN, BECAUSE YOU’RE A RIDICULOUS POSER WHO LIVES TO SERVE YOURSELF WITH DISGUSTING SELFISH WHIMS.

People say that playing the lottery makes them feel better about themselves, as in a comfort. To live with that hope that you could change your life.

That’s another load of crap which I despise. As if that’s an excuse! You’re just shifting the focus away from your disgusting habit because you know it’s morally reprehensible. So you’re saying that it makes you feel good to know that you have a 1 in 170 million chance of winning? Much better than, saying, potentially saving a child’s life?

If the answer is yes, then you’re so totally fucked up and pathetic, you should consider playing Russian roulette with a fully automatic weapon.

If the answer is no, then you’re lying to yourself. You should actually do it, and stop being such an apathetic freak show. What good are you possibly doing at all? Stop wasting your life hoping your lucky numbers come up, and actually make something of yourself.

Every time you watch the lottery and you see your 5 dollars flushed down the drain as someone else’s numbers come up, I want you to remember that child in the Philippines who has to whore herself so she can afford food. That child that you could have saved with that 5 dollars, but who you didn’t. Most of these children pick up infections which they hold their entire lives. But who cares? It’s your money, you earned it. Good for you. Just remember that girl.

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