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By TK Stewart - The preachers and the religious right will tell you that ******** is a sin and a dangerous disease. But millions of people in this country are hopeless addicts with a syringe called a slot machine dangling from the last vein in their arm.
The zealots, the ones that elected George W. Bush and Senator Craig of the men’s room stall, will tell you that if you gamble then when judgment day comes, and it will come, like death and taxes, that you’re going straight to the underground. Down there it is very hot and there is a man there who wears a red suit, has horns and carries a pitchfork
The great doctor, Hunter S. Thompson, to whom this particular column is dedicated, preached to you that if you were going to be a betting man that “Any jackass that who will bet his heart instead of his head…is either a brain dead sucker or temporarily insane.”
But I can’t get this Kelly Pavlik kid out of my heart so that makes me one of the above and probably both. Bad craziness.
The sun is setting earlier here now up on the hill in the thick woods of Maine. The air has a different feel as summer begins to turn to fall. Packs of wild, bloodthirsty coyotes roam the country road at night in front of my fortified compound while they search for prey and howl outside my bedroom window until all hours of the morning. Vermin. [details]
The zealots, the ones that elected George W. Bush and Senator Craig of the men’s room stall, will tell you that if you gamble then when judgment day comes, and it will come, like death and taxes, that you’re going straight to the underground. Down there it is very hot and there is a man there who wears a red suit, has horns and carries a pitchfork
The great doctor, Hunter S. Thompson, to whom this particular column is dedicated, preached to you that if you were going to be a betting man that “Any jackass that who will bet his heart instead of his head…is either a brain dead sucker or temporarily insane.”
But I can’t get this Kelly Pavlik kid out of my heart so that makes me one of the above and probably both. Bad craziness.
The sun is setting earlier here now up on the hill in the thick woods of Maine. The air has a different feel as summer begins to turn to fall. Packs of wild, bloodthirsty coyotes roam the country road at night in front of my fortified compound while they search for prey and howl outside my bedroom window until all hours of the morning. Vermin. [details]
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