They bet.

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They bet it all.

Someone believed a whole lot of things that just aren't true.  Or... so I write.  I am betting they will lose it all.  If, too, I think they believe they have those bet losses hedged.  That is where I think they will lose not just their shirts, but their pants too.

Boys, and men, will always want games.  As well, of course, the computers, consoles, handhelds, or other platforms upon which to play those games.  They believed they could make those poison, toxic, repulsive even, at every stage, in every way, from price to invasiveness, to... false difficulty and gay.

Not as linear as it appears.

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Looking at the Iran thing, head on?  Nobody likes it.  It definitely doesn't help the little guy, anywhere.  It is mostly an Israeli problem, and genuinely of their own making.  Supporting the US left, democrats and else, is supporting nukes in Iran, money to hezbollah, and the rest.  Though, to some degree, even the secular right is that way.  Still, it's mostly the left and Israel who have fed that system.

Anyway.  So, when Trump enjoined there I was, and remain, displeased.

Tricks, tracks, and rhythm.

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Way too many things on my plate.  A few slim things done.  Plans and ideas haunt my sleeping and waking hours... even those... moments... seemingly interminal periods of indeterminate time when I can't be certain if I am awake or asleep, or neither in some off odd form of reality... or both?  No rest for the wicked?  If true, even less so for those who attempt life in light.  Though, at least with the light?  The suffering is a grace, rather than simple misery.  Or... so I believe.  As I personally understand things.

Recently, I had an appointment.  With the kidney clinic.  Apparently the V.A. allotment had lapsed.  Which means, without fast arrangements, I may be charged.  Their office moved.  And, in there, something was missed.  Or they sent something to me, that I didn't understand, respond correctly, or such?