PENNSYLVANIA: Land of Milk, Honey

I knew something was different today. Just knew it. It was something airborne, I think. It floated with me all day and made my steps lighter. It resounded gently in my ears, like a church bell ringing on the hour (Ch-ching, ch-ching). What was the source of my hope? The promise of free money. Money flowing freely. Freely flowing from the pockets of these fools into the pockets of those fools.

It's for the schools, of course. And the aged, too, who apparently are now also impregnated with purpose:

These are people who lead very gray lives. They don't see their sons and daughters very much. They don't have much social interaction. There's not a whole lot of good things that happen in their month. But if you put them on the bus they're excited. They're happy. They have fun. They see bright lights. They hear music. They pull that slot machine and with each pull they think they have a chance to win. ... It's unbelievable what brightness and cheer it brings to older Pennsylvanians.

*cue "Beautiful Day"*