Estimated cash value, now up to a cool 640 million. Normally I shy away from paying the stupid tax, but with all the buzz I was as helpless to do my consumer duty as a trained chicken pecking at a mini-piano for seed. If I win anything here is my sworn oath: as I’ve been carefully taught by the masters of the universe, like Mitt Romney and the Bain crew above, I will spend the money exclusively on myself, earmarking a few million for political purposes dedicated to making the life of non lottery winners as brutal as humanly possible and taking every last cent they have. Because half a billion isn’t nearly enough, right? How about you, fellow lottery players?