From the e-mail bag, concerning the state lottery:
I pulled into the gas station this morning on the way to work, and as I was pumping my gas, a van that had, to say the least, seen better days (two windows missing) pulled up at the adjacent pump. As the man pumped gas next to me, I noticed at least three children inside.
I entered the convenience store to pay for my gas and found myself in line behind the van's owner, who had also put what appeared to be a couple of honey buns, two chocolate milks, and a bag of pork rinds on the counter. He then produced a $20 bill to pay for that and his $4 in gasoline, but told the clerk that he was paying for the food separately, adding "I need 16 of those ($1 lottery tickets)."
The van owner then proceeded to purchase the additional $5.92 worth of nutritious food choices that probably constituted breakfast for the children in the van with a state of Arkansas food stamp card.
There's your lottery, Arkansans. And know this - whether you buy a ticket or not, and I didn't and won't, we all just paid for those 16 and a lot of others.