I became the lucky recipient of a large sum of money at the tender age of 20. I didn't do anything to deserve it, I merely shared the same blood with someone who did. How much, you ask? Let's just say that I am recession-proof. I get to see things from the eyes of the 1 percent. I am privy to "gatherings" where plans are laid out, "donations" requested, and "support" desired. I am invited to these so-called events where the powerful and elite devise their plans to make themselves richer. Don't get me wrong, I never support these groups, but I guess you could say that I experience what it's like "behind enemy lines." I'm writing this to say that I think it's very sad that some of the working class out there actually vote for politicians (Republicans) who represent the elite. They happily sign away their livelihoods and dignity, simply because some politician tells them lies that they are all too ready to hear. And I hate to say it, but these millionaires and billionaires are actually laughing at the people who vote against their best interests. I just don't get it, and it makes me sad. When you're at the top like me, whether you've earned it or not, it's a different world with different rules. I just wonder if and when these voters will ever wake up. I hate to say it, but it doesn't really matter if you agree or disagree with me, I'm at the top and you're not. And I also hate to say that I know the truth and you don't. Lucky me.