Friday, July 31, 2009

I’ve been having a hard time this past week. Really.

I’ve read that Russia curtailed poker every where in the country, except for four clearly defined areas. How radical.

This is dastardly. So sayeth the pundits. The crying has been loud and long.

Then I read that the areas the Russian Government allows are depressed areas, and that the Russian Government wants those casinos that wish to continue in the business of gambling use their own money, which they already have, to move to one or more of these selected areas and set up again.

How novel.

If I understand things correctly in the United States, the first thing that happened to casinos (other than Nevada and New Jersey) was the allowance of Indian Casinos, Indians being considered depressed and reservations being a burden on the treasury. The casinos being seen as a means of employment for the Native Americans and a boon to the reservation and tribe.

To me, as much as it grates my Cold War soul, Putin turned out to be a pretty smart Egotistical SOB this time around. I wonder if he’s been watching America Capitalism in action.

There, I feel better.


From the reaches,

Ten Mile

About tenwhiskey

User tenwhiskey is also the author of this blog. He currently lives in small town Kansas in a semi-retired condition. His kids are married and gone (thank you). An empty nester. Divorced. Very happy with life as it is. Ten Mile maintains a personal blog here, writing of events as they appear to him; commentary, and opinions abound. He deviates into fiction as the mood strikes and creates flash fiction stories and short stories. He will not warn the reader when he drifts from fact to fiction. He feels adults are, generally, smart enough to figure out which is which. He does, however, attempt to make his fiction sound as true to life as possible. You have been warned. He, as time permits, writes and occasionally sells writing. More often than not he gives it away to various non-paying publishers of Ether Magazines, forums or for entertainment on a wall for in need of a hand friends. He likes candy, pies and a certain amount of strife. In the matter of strife - in his yourth on the farm, he became embroiled in a slinging fight. The fight involved lath as a launcher, fresh cow patties as ammo and it was a six way free for all. A little mud only adds (Umm?) a certain taste to life.
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