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With that out of the way, let’s get back to the Annual Kid Lottery, a competition that’s better for some than others.

If you’re reading this, then you’re part of the Greatest 1% worldwide! Congratulations!

This means you have some kind of mobile device, InterWeb access and the freedom to spend time reading. Combining all three with a safe place to read and a lack of persecution against your ability to do so, especially if you happen to be female, is a blessing and one that shouldn’t be taken lightly.

But we in the Greatest 1% want more. What would be good for the stereotypical starving person in some foreign land like Africa, Indonesia or a few miles away from where you live isn’t enough.

Not only do we want more, a large percentage of us feel we deserve to get more. Why we deserve more has a variety of reasons, but most are credited to it either being something your relative predecessors earned for your sake or a God-given right.

Depending on the God you happen to be referring to, most of the divinities I’m aware of speak about doing right by your fellow man and helping others before yourself, which would go against the whole “God wants me to have more” thinking.

As far as the former, your relatives that did whatever they did did it for themselves, the same way you’re doing what you are doing for yourself. Whether intended or not, their success was for them and it is the luckiest of children who get to benefit in the lap of luxury because of it.

Luxury’s lap is great with things like running water, refrigerated food, climate-controlled accommodations, a variety of clothes to put on and only the newest shoes. High priced shoes please, even if I’m too young to walk. And electronic devices galore, like a cell phone to call…someone, but really to watch images projected from “the cloud” to wherever I am whenever I want.

And if I don’t get it, I’ll whine and complain until I get what I want.

Regardless of my draft position, whether I’m in the Greatest 1% or the 99, it seems whining and complaining comes natural to every human child, which at its core is fascinating.

With my subpar knowledge of the animal kingdom, it seems the young complain and cry early on for their parents to supply and provide what is needed to survive. But those same parents also teach and train heir youths to survive on their own and are quick to kick them out when they get too big.

Yes, we’re not animals. Yes, we’re a ‘better species’ and some say we’ve been placed in charge of the animals that roam the Earth. With that last point, I agree but wonder why if we’re in charge how come two-thirds of the planet is but for us to not even inhabit.

And on that final 1/3, we are there many who would rather support and assist those same animals instead of helping a kid in the 99 who clearly got a bad lottery ticket?

The only problem with helping one in the 99 is the fear that your assistance won’t do much to improve their overall life experience. While taking Jo-Jo or Jimmy out of the 99 for a few hours or giving them an off-cast toy or coloring book from the 1% helps momentarily, it takes significant movements to truly alter jimmy or Jo-Jo’s life.

So what do we do afterwards? We can’t just keep giving away clothes we don’t wear anymore and donating expendable income to assist.

And we certainly can’t allow our tax dollars, my TAX DOLLARS, to go to refurbish and rise up the 99 to something better. I mean, what’s in it for me? I mean, how does that assist me with getting my divine right of more?

If it makes you feel any better, the first immigrants to this land had a similar problem. They arrived from Europe and despite the vast amount of available land all over, they wanted more.

They were followers of the Bible, yet put that book down or ignored the overall message of peace that kill, infect and enslave the native people, their own people and other people that would come later.

They fought a war for freedom and wrote a document about how all men are created equal, going directly against their everyday actions against women and minorities. It’s one of, if not the greatest hypocrisies in world history, but is paved over with ideas about good intentions for “the children”.

There’s a Helen Lovejoy line somewhere in the next paragraph, but I can’t find it from my high horse atop my soapbox and that’s the truth.