Well guess what, Miss Priss or Mr. Rockne, you AREN'T going to be one of the so-called "One percent." Don't even go there in your mind. Settle into buying lottery tickets, working at the A&W till you're through school, and then LOOK AT THE $120,000 STUDENT LOAN doing a colostomy up your ass. I heard a rumour that these student-loan people -- a nation of zombies, if you ask me -- can't declare bankruptcy. If this is true, your WHOLE LIFE IS FUCKED before you even get a chance to begin it. See, life does not begin when you're born. If life is gauged at a 70-year expectancy, then you actually only have about FIFTY YEARS TO LIVE, TWENTY of which will probably end up in you not being so very "productive."
So in fact, you only have THIRTY YEARS to make that "One Percent." Which leads me to believe that:
The One Percent have won the lottery. Yes, you read me right. Ten thousand things that could have gone wrong on their ascent to the One went right. They had the right parents. They lived in the right place. Their one talent was happily recognized early. They took every advantage of that one talent. They mowed others down to succeed and didn't care about it. They broke rules that didn't suit them -- and got away with it.
They BARGED THEIR WAY THROUGH LIFE at the expense of everyone and anyone, including themselves.
You name me just ONE ONE-PERCENTER who does not fit my formula.
Ya wanna be a One-Percenter, huh, Occupy kids? Or, more easily, you want to bring them down?
Your sheer naïveté astounds me.
Oh and a passing shot: to a five-year old kid living in Papua New Guinea, YOU'RE THE ONE PERCENTER.
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