Subject: Money for nothing (was Re: Is hacking really against the Law??)
Date: 20 Feb 1996 00:00:00 GMT
From: firstname.lastname@example.org (MegEliz)
Organization: Gene Wolfe Library and Family Restaurant, East Wing
email@example.com (Doctress Neutopia) wrote:
: Break down the walls of capitalism
: which are causing us to be divided. Break into the Pentagon
: and take all the money out of the accounts of the rich and
: but it into an Earth Bank.
This reminds me of a story - doesn't everything?
Why I Don't Play the Lottery
A long time ago, I was getting recharged in Las Vegas when suddenly
the Grateful Dead came to town. After the show I was wandering around
with old friends and new ones exploring the Aladdin Hotel. I later
decided that the Aladdin was chosen strictly because it had the most
mind-blowing carpet in town (no mean feat). Everywhere we went in the
casino, there were older folks in golf suits studying the hippies who
were studying the carpet. After a while, there were very few
non-deadheads standing around. While they were all off to the
Tropicana, we decided to gamble.
Everybody was way too fucked-up to do the necessary math for
blackjack, so we converged on the slot machines. These are generally
much less complicated, although some of the guys (who were students of
the patiently-waiting-to-get-laid-any-year-now school of chivalry)
would forget to perform step two and pull the handle. This is how it
worked: we would line up at the machines and pump in nickels until
somebody hit a jackpot. The winner would then walk around with a cup
and hand out nickels to the assembled worshipers. Eventually we would
run out of money and find some guy named Steve who had money and um...
stuff, then we'd get back to the machines. Each cycle took a little
longer than the first, because it got harder and harder to find Steve.
By three a.m. or so, we got completely distracted from our mission and
gave up on Steve, having found somebody else with spare change to join
up in search of champagne.
I'm not sure why Steve made supporting a bunch of goofballs his hobby,
but I guess he had nothing better to do with his inheritance. This
routine was not new. When it came time to buy groceries at their
house, I learned, Steve had to be called in to put up the cash more
often than not. I wonder if he thought this was beautiful or
interesting? While we were feeding the machines there were a lot of
comments like, "Wow, man, I know this is evil but I have to follow
this compulsion through. This is really interesting. I'll have to
think about this when I'm not soooo fucked-up."
Ultimately, Steve didn't win anything but nagging, we Scarlett O'Haras
didn't win more than temporary hypnotic sensory input, and the Aladdin
got all the cash.
This is real-world redistribution of assets in action.
Not-Yet Popette (Pit Boss) Meg
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