I hate lotto culture.
The look of the greed in peoples eyes as they line up to play. The eagerness as they scratch away their little filthy scratch cards. The nervousness
in their voices as they ask what the jackpot is up to.
It is sickening. You see some of the worst aspects of human nature and our society as a lotto retailer. It is vile.
I have seen people almost get into acts of mutual violence over a place in line for a huge jackpot, or someone jumping in and buying a scratch ticket
of the same type the other was playing. I once saw two old ladies threaten each other because one copied the numbers the other was playing.
Rituals, superstition, dreams, charts, diagrams, mathematical analysis of previous numbers, books about probability and statistics, horoscopes,
It is dizzying how retarded people are. I almost cant take their very mention of lotto.
"did you see this number" I was going to play it but yadda yadda. Or , I dreamt this blah blah blah, "oh that means such and such."
I watch them spend endless moments talking about their hopes and dreams. Every word calculated so as to not upset the lotto gods of fate by their
misspeaking their need for millions of dollars.
Every one doesnt want to win it, if it hits then cool....mean while they are secretly screaming for a winning number.
It is sickening. Then why do you play? What right do you have to win? Why is your need so much greater than others?
Why would random numbers coalesce to your purpose for the fulfillment of your petty life in its most petty wants? Will the world really miss you if
you are gone or a millionaire before you die?
Pumping money they cant afford into a state sponsored former mafia activity....running numbers. The state took that business from criminals. They now
The only way to effectively tax the poor. Sell them lotto and dreams.
People with a portfolio of cards for every game the lotto machine can sell, filled with their birthdays, their children's graduation dates,
anniversaries.....hundreds of dollars or thousands a year.....for a dream. The dream of being opulent, filthy rich. Their dream of living like a
Not finding love, or changing the world, or becoming such and such person to humanity....no. Wealth.
I could go on, but I will only learn to hate humanity that much more through my words as I look on at them with their piles of dirty scratch
tickets......scraps of paper with their dreams squeezed for numerical significance.....the ignorant and backwards superstitions of them, the greed,
the little green demon in their eyes,......
WHoooh . I feel better. Off to sell some more crap lotto.
edit on 10 15 2013 by tadaman because: (no reason given)