I’m rich, and so are you.

I own a house. Two cars. Two computers. I grow grass and plants in my yard because I like the way they look, and tending to them helps to fill my leisure time. My biggest problem at dinnertime is usually trying to decide what, out of all the options I have available to me, I want to eat. I’m approximately the 260 millionth richest person on Earth, which sounds kinda low, until you realize that makes about 5.7 BILLION people poorer than me.

How rich are you? >> I’m loaded. It’s official. I’m the 260,173,914 richest person on earth.

If you don’t actively help the people below you, at least have the decency to not bitch about how tough you have it. That’ll piss me off. If you start in with how we need to cut welfare programs because of some anecdotal “welfare queen” story you heard once somewhere and accepted as the gospel, well that’ll make my fucking head explode. Best keep that to yourself. Enjoy what you’ve got, it’s more than most. Rant over. Carry on.