Recently, we have been saddened by the disaster in Japan, the violence in Libya, and the deaths of some very notable people. But, for every gray cloud, there is a silver lining. The good news is that seven people have won $312 million dollars in the Mega Millions lottery!
That is an astounding amount of money to be divided among seven ordinary people.  Let’s do the math:Â
$312,000,000 divided by 7 = $44,571,428 per person
Wow! A win like that has to be the American Dream. But, like nocturnal dreams, it’s not real.
According to men like Timothy Geithner, the real amount after taxes is something along the lines of $19,000,000 each.
$19,000,000 X 7 = $133,000,000
Whoa! That doesn’t add up. Where did the remaining $179,000,000 go?
Because we are living in times of truth in lending and transparency in government, I feel that the American public deserves to know who or what received the remaining $179,000,000. This sum represents 57.737179% of the total $312 million, which is considerably more than the total distributed among the winners. After all, casino gambling only claims a 15% profit. But, I am sure that Tim can explain it.
So, who is the real winner of any of the government operated lotteries that pay less than half the monies bet to the so-called winners? Before answering that, let’s examine the history of gambling in America.
In the days prior to casino gambling’s legalization in certain States, gambling in America was outlawed. Remember Eliot Ness? You had to venture beyond U.S. borders to gamble legally. I believe it was called “the three mile limit.” On the ocean, however, there are no miles, so the distance had to be converted into knots. Cuba was a handy gambling spot until Castro rose to power.
Back in the old days, it was called “The Numbers Racket.” With odds of 500 to 1, you could play for pennies or any amount that the numbers writer could handle. Heavily played numbers, such as 777, were eliminated to protect the bookies from going broke. They used racetrack results for Win, Place, and Show to establish the winning number. This was done by selecting the last dollar amount for each category. For example:
Win – $1004
Place – $582
Show – $478
With these results, 428 would be the winning number.
When you won, the bookie would pay you, tax-free. The government frowned upon numbers running because the industry created tax-free jobs for the bookies and revenues for winners. In other words, the government did not get a piece of the coveted pie.
Those days may be gone forever, but many people still fed off the game. For nearly as long as man has occupied this planet, gambling has existed, along with other vices. When the gambling industry became consolidated, the government labeled it “organized crime” or “illegal gambling.” But, simply renaming it has made the practice legal. What used to be called the numbers racket is now known as the lottery, and gambling houses are now referred to as casinos. No matter what you call it, it’s all the same. The only exception now is that, when you win, you must pay taxes. If that isn’t organized crime, then you name it!
I guess the next thing to become legal will be State-operated whorehouses, which can be renamed something more appealing. When the State of Nevada legalized prostitution, former houses of ill repute were called “ranches.” That name conjures up associations with animals, such as bunnies or cougars. But they all serve up the same menu with taxes included!
So, if you are thinking of doing something illegal, first contact your representative. Let him introduce a tax upon your product or service and instantly, it will be rendered completely legal!
This puts me in mind of the anecdote about the parishioner and the priest. The parishioner asked, “Father, who won the automobile in last Sunday’s raffle?” The priest replied, “You’re not going to believe this. It was the Monsignor. Wasn’t he lucky!” “And who won the second prize, the television?” asked the parishioner? The priest crowed, “Oh, by a strange coincidence, I did. Wasn’t I lucky?” The priest then asked the parishioner, “How many tickets did you buy?” The parishioner responded, “None! Wasn’t I lucky!”
Remember, when the Patriots threw the tea into the Boston Harbor, their beef was all about taxation without representation. Well, now we’ve got representation, all right. But when the Establishment walks off with more than half of the prize money, you have wonder, “Who was the big winner?”Â