Well, I can tell you I've found two ways to make it. First, I'm going to sue the Roman Catholic Church. Sue their collective hard-worked asses off.

I was a good little Catholic, attended parochial schools, was an altar boy. I was NOT sexually abused. When apparently all around me were buggered and blown, not one approach was made toward me. Not a hint.

Do you know what that does to a kid's self-esteem? I was the only kid left out, rejected, not considered good enough even by the perverts. It's enough to make a grown man cry at the memory. The bastards! Entrusted with the well-being of little believers and screwing them over (not) like that. They should pay.

I want my case tried in Florida and would like the same jury Casey Anthony had. I could incorporate myself and sell shares!

Failing that, I'd like to become a Native American. They have Navaho Indians, Arapaho Indians, I'm going to become a Casino Indian. I should be eligible for benefits from all Native American operated casinos, as a member of the umbrella tribe.

It's worth a try.

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