When I was growing up, when you called someone a professional, that wasn't a compliment. Whores, lawyers, cops, baseball players, and politicians were all professionals, scrambling for the same pithy shit that the rest of us had to negotiate for in union contracts, which were subsequently ruled null and void through bankruptcy proceedings and other wage-slave-owner legal ploys to fuck their chattel up the poop chute and then blame them for ruining the kinds of spectator sports that Rome only dreamed of.
Let's face it, most of you are stupid and proud and Christian and when you die you won't be surprised because you'll be dead — still stupid and proud, Im guessing — but dead at last. Good God almighty, you stupid fuck will be dead at last.
As an asshole, your gene pool is already used in stem cell research because you aren't even considered human, and you like it that way. Hallelujah! Thank you baby jeebus! Thank you whores!
At any rate, I'm happy to report that my decision three years ago to stop contributing to at 401K and put 17% of my earnings in lottery tickets is turning out to be much better financial guidance than you poor miserable fucks have been listening to. Sure, my holding in T. Rowe Price, Fidelity, The Standard, Smith Barney, Chuckie's Cheek Swab have suffered the same 25% loss that you tea-bagging market schmucks have gleefully embraced, but my lottery winnings have returned nearly 4000% over the same period.
The Chinese model wins, people. Those fuckers know the lottery offer far better odds than the 401K/IRA tax on brain-dead patriots.