The bookie, is someone descended from a Made Man, a cop, a deacon, and a vigilante, all at once.
You can shut down anything, a gaming forum, a card game, an Uno game, a new variation on bridge, the World Series of Poker.
As soon as someone gets gambled out, they get turned into a shark, the bookie is volunteers to shut down the game.
A shark, is a goon, that ruins the house’s score, the government that owns the utilities.
Water, power, internet, cable, atmosphere, medicine, finance, industrial, ecoservices.
That’s the casino’s job, to teach you that.
Sharks by myth count cards. But sharks get people to count cards. You get your home foreclosed on and mortgaged, if you try to count cards. The casino doesn’t do it. You do it all on your own.
A shark, teaches you a pointless cheat, when the real method of cheating, is to spread dishonest tricks, that harm law enforcement, family finance, utilities grids and infrastructure, religious services, liberty and freedom, privacy, and the chance to be successful on your own, without someone forcing their hand on you.
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