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The Unfortunate One Percent

There's a lot of news these days about the one percent who have all the money and the ninety nine percent of us who don't have much of anything so I got thinking about how sad and unfortunate it must be to be the one percent with stalkers and identity thieves and the media attacks and the hatred towards them and how they have to protect themselves in their fortresses clinging to their fortunes dreaming like Citizen Kane of the happy times in their chilhood, sledding, when they were poor while us ninety nine percent who are the lucky ones like me with my income of poverty are greedy for a piece of them so I even want a million dollars even though I have enough of everything so I don't know if any of this is true, but think of a rich person sitting on his toilet... where is his money then?
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kongsaeng-chris-everson
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Oct 26, 2011
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