Booking

 

Definition of a Bet: A bet, is any legal wager, based upon a center of national gambling approved of by local provincial law to operate as sole center of sports speculation on future drafts of players through mathematical tracking of purpose of sport in teaching of sport to first-time better for finance skillset, outside of predictive logic of games theory (hence, heterosexual use of skills and tactics, intended to evade intrusions to the personal nuclear family).  Each country on the planet, that has a province given sole control of wager, is capable of fielding a major sport event of any allowed syndicate of growth, the British theory behind advance of national security science developed through counter-corruption and the violent indirect counteraction of sexual assault by gesture from any poor agency of an actor, that being a relationship and an external feature of concrete construction, the core of economics as a science of constants ledger in calculus (accounting that counteracts algebra).

Speculation on Prostitution Revenue for Vice PD: Actors.  This form of gambling features fashion speculation on whom is wearing what, and if it’s illegal.  Popularized in modern understanding by the “Mugatu” character in the film Zoolander, played by Will Ferrell.  Modeled after DEA abuse victim, Dr. Gene Ray, the alias of Lefty Ruggiero post-lawsuit against the FBI, over the use of children as sweatshop employees and later prostitutes to breed undercover officers for “perp walks”, framing a narcotics dealer for a vice charge in public opinion for a free media production agent of a Freemason barrister house allied with Jews, like DC Comics.  The industry relies on placing a wager on a fashion item from a foreign country, prior research, then lying to say it’s from another country, to see if the other person taking the wager, can match the wearer in a film or at an awards show, to another individual wearing the fashion type.  If successful, they’ve caught a correlation, and dissonance has failed for the second actor spotted, meaning that they are stealing a blueprint or technique form, from any actor or actress, ever, in the film or awards ceremony spotted.  Then, the win is passed to the tabloid, on the second actor or actress, with the story given to the winner of the wager, the spot of the duplicate.  The fashion item, is linked to the country of origin, in a ‘what is he wearing’ or the similar, in a Vogue piece, the common police editorial on vice workers working for foreign countries or local corrupt sweatshops, government or otherwise.

Advertisement of Casino Industry: Alpine.  This is the test of suicidal behavior in family’s children for participation in any gambling game, indicating the child has been lured into a casino or gambling premise or form of games logic that needs to be shut down.  If this particular game has attracted a child, this warrants an investment from the parent in the housing from the game, at mass grouping from a fan motion, of a non-currency, non-wager form of the game, sold at a sporting goods or gaming shoppe.  At this point, there’s a dice roll, on the alpine athlete equivalent, the CEO of the company of invested product with the non-gambling form of game developed (the recreational ski slope or resort, the safe spot for kids and sledding), betting to when the athlete will dump the stock in his own company’s gaming provision in favor of buying the kid’s slope.  The winner of the wager, of when the athlete, takes a corporate endorsement (he endorses the advertised casino equivalent of attraction that has lured children into currency barter), gets to post suit, against the CEO of the term of betting, as having stolen the children’s idea with a gambling game he’s taken over a community of, therefore labeling him as homosexual with a self-imposed pink ceiling, the slang term for an SEC indictement for children’s guarantee abuse.  Fannie Mae and Freddy Mac, to name a famous example from the Obama administration.

Industrial Espionage of National Interest: Automotive.  This is the conceptual logic behind the scientific method applied to corporate sabotage, physics and mathematics in some concept of education of any placement of subject or role in K-12 education, used for assassinations of corrupt officials for saluting their own country’s flag on broad insistence, the universal in combustion industries (owing under codex to the USAF) to mean the individual is a pedophile.  There are four classes, with four subclasses, of each class of bet, on an automotive wager.  There is the animal (public servant), the tool (private citizen), the human (pedophile patriot), and the criminal (any mind or body altering substance, or medicine).  The public servant, is the checkered flag, dropping, ever, on a time rhythm, for an individual lap increase, of notation.  This is indicative of a corporate projection to fall under budget, necessitating a new hire to your firm, from theirs.  The private citizen, is the pit stop, the movement of amount of pit stops, class of pit stop, and corporate sponsor making pit stop if an open bet.  This is indicative of public need for product, and possibly from where, accounting for weather.  The human, is the mergers crash of annotated family, the tap on breaks to a close draft interpreted as illegal due to distance on turn to straight from front along side, to force a drafting party into the corner for a flip and fatality of their body and car.  This indicates a merger into the same sponsor fan tree, by a new member of the family, one not criminal, for a star recruit based on legacy, to hide an improper racer, a tailgater.  The criminal, is the bet on when they get kicked off the circuit, for altering the track in such a way that other drivers heat them, the Ben-Hur chariot race, to see how many ticks, notches, or knocks they take in self-defense, themselves acting, when cornupped or churred by other drivers, attempting to adjust themselves on field since a psychotic personality disorder has made it into the league on a booted sponsor under alias.  The sub-sections, are the animal cosmetics experiment (a sacrifice of an innocent civil servant by their own organization, black ice), the broken dump shaft (the gather of dead weight into the league through fans, poor sportsmanship), the advantage sitter fan (the den mother commentator, the big butt fat pant), and the nullified criminal (the criminal sponsor, the shark).  Each of these, is a bet on the boot, the victory lap for the better, each one a mergers authorization for corporate takeover, in two ways, each a combination of the other, into a top, the virtuous circumstances are bet on positive odds, or the bottom, the loser is bet to retire.  The top, means the merger can be announced publicly, you’ve assassinated the culprit behind a prior assassination, and the bottom, means you’ve reinitiated the cycle, you’re off the table, get a kid, you sick fuck.

Military Logic for Real Estate: Baccarat. The source of the ENIGMA machine, the concept of propaganda used for a tactical maneuver signal set for cover of an agent.  Baccarat works on the concept of cards with an imaginary ball, the bet coming back on drawn cards in a variety of methods and games, to signal the dealer that the player is weak, hence the player is passed the ball, until a mutual understanding is reached as to when the better loses.  Also called a ‘loser’ in sporting, the source of field hockey this particular game, baccarat takes a single location of sight, the field bar, and reverses it to make the goal, sight the enemy team, with a handsign from the enemy team, spotted by a pass stick up for false signal, then moving to the other team to intercept before the ball is passed across stick, the house bet on the matching cards, whereupon the slur comes up, the slur, the call signal from the referee housing (not the actual referee, the disputing player from own team as to the other team), to pass the information back to the goal so the goalie, allows the puck ball through onto the pass for a down’s end field goal.  ‘Coal’.  In baccarat, this is the equivalent of a marked chip, being passed to the dealer, out of one’s stack, as permission to leave the table, or else the goalie, the dealer, has won, and the game will be played forever, without leaving the casino, meaning, you’re trying to carry an entire field motion without repeating the cycle, for the next propaganda movement back to your goalie sight for the referee call of foul, ‘fowl’, the dead player has been removed for catching stick (turning to face the rival goalie of their own team, to ‘flash’, a moon to their own goalie, meaning that they’ve ceased being a proper player and need to be drafted out and benched, before they drop dead from exhaustion).  That means, you need a new actor, they’ve gotten attached to their hero, instead of their villain, the actor has been paid handsomely, by a wife.  Eva Braun has tied the knot, and the Battle of London, may begin.  The Allies are ready to land, the Battle of the Atlantic, is over.

Sports Utility Purpose: Baseball.  This form of booking bet is sheer mathematical intuition, the bookie’s skill, verifiable odds.  This is for real estate futures, knowing when to buy a house, based on a son’s health, or alternately, a wife’s aid.  It is judging others, towards their treatment towards you.  Namely, it is taking a numerical statistic, and turning it into an odd, based on the RBA, the runs batted average, your own failure at the game to predict your defeat in a prior game on an athlete you thought was a “dog”, a poor player at a “sick” game (the game was poorly arranged, but someone impressed you, they were Buckner, a town legend, who lost their mind with grace after the match show).  Buckner, isn’t the RBA, you are, just for that game, home town, and the town you’re in, “talking around the cooler”, the bar junkies.  Namely, the kid outside with a cigar, finely rolled, not “pot”, the kid that says “stogie” after you check with him.  See what team he likes, and if he asks why, he’s no good.  If he says otherwise, ask him, why did you pick that team.  If he’s a stoger, that means, he hates potheads but used to smoke before cigars and maybe cigarettes, your loser, the RBA marker to the bad theory (the Zionist conspiracy, he’s “hot wet”, a spy, he kills a bookie with a stogie average, a false statistic theory meant to play a “game” off field – he’s me, a books supplier, a history type with a naval unit -used to evade danger with your sport, meant for purely fun).  The best answer, is always their favorite kid player, your prospect, to recruit to your team, from the bar.  Just ask, who did you see that jersey on.  Any Boston fan knows, it’s always the kid on the stoger, before he hits the fan.  He snuck in, to eat the pretzels, and watch TV.  He never got high on grass, just suds, slipped to him in a poor town, a bum, or alternately, born and bred rich, a thumb.  Switch them, or else it goes up the butt, a Haagan-Daz bid off an economics professor for your soul to make you a federal agent.  Less money, more fun, but where’s the math?  You’re betting on some kid’s RBA, not your own.  It’s perfection, that makes a bookie, not a junkie.

Speculation on Projections: Basketball.  A backroom betting sport, specifically for the players of the sport, even highschool kids, meant for stocks, futures, and bonds, national treasury and farms.  Who’s running the real show, behind the scenes?  The French call it ‘the conspiracy’.  They didn’t have their own version of the term ‘anti-Semite’, nor any theory to apply it to when outed, but they came up with ‘conspiracy’ anyways.  Stocks and bonds are uniquely French, you have to be oppressed to develop a keen at the market.  A market, by a traditional term, is exchange of goods with a potential of currency, groups of market singles and pairs with an affixment, called commerce.  That’s your ball play on the court, with the toss being the fake, that’s the sold deal.  Go somewhere else, there’s no playaction.  You want the guy that’s doing something you don’t understand, not the standard gymnasium drill.  When BEEF fails, the balls, evil, excedrin, feeling, you know you’ve got a winning bet.  Each team aligns to a particular market, somewhere, and each player, is a particular stock of bet, and it’s all subsidized, by the league play rule, and all of it goes to a treasury heist, at the end of the season, the dirty shots behind the scenes in the riot chaos of the game city.  It’s a murder fest, kid, it’s the round ball and the high hoop.  There’s one goal, the point, and you score it, by making the basket.  There can’t be two points, since you’re only aiming for one score.  Yours.  A two pointer.  The key to a basketball bet, is understanding that futures are a guaranteed return of subsidy, with each advised list, your players, moving down the rank, as future rolodex notations, to be placed in future commodities inquiries to your firm’s brokered license.  If the futures bust, and you don’t have insurance, on one of the futures, there was no subsidy.  You lose your license, this guy was a broken leg, he threw it for someone else’s bet in the locker room.  The guy is scat out of luck, he’s Hitler, he doesn’t know he caused the Holocaust, he thinks it was Nietzsche, the stock market.  The government is the treasury, they guarantee the subsidy to your future product on the commodities exchange, as long as it’s listed on someone’s requisitions list.  History hates typos.  Bad grammar, it loves, it’s a soldier.  Perfect grammar sinks the swish, bad grammar is the conspiracy.  The conspiracy, is your insight, into your own personal pattern of investment.  Players fight when they step on each other’s feet.  Even their shoelaces.  A shoelace is a broken leg, that guy is off the play on the bet with the players.  A double dribble, pull the bet, and cheat, you have a bad market strategy.  This guy was hazed off a bad bet for that play.  Basketball isn’t a sport, it’s a sport within a sport.  Hardest thing to bet on, since you’re supposed to call a play on a game, and hide your real intent: sharpening a blade for a cash strategy that nobody else picked.  It was never there, it was a conspiracy.  A simple, reasonable explanation: if a guy understands it, he did it.  But if you stole the play, the ball, he didn’t do it.  It’s a SPECTRE.

Reversal of Prosecution: Blackjack.  The district attorney’s favorite card game, and every prosecutor’s dream to master, the defense attorney placed as house winner, the prosecutor, your sparring partner.  Every prosecutor feels like they’re being placed as the defendant, and if they don’t, they can’t make a plea, onto a hoop, for the precedent net, to take down the cop that brought you to court, unless it’s a fight with the judge, in which case, you busted a perpetrator, no district attorney necessary, your district and precinct passes, goes to the next county seat, until the judge dies that caused blackjack to play the round.  Blackjack, is impossible to play in the casino, unless you have two partners.  Your left hand, and the dealer.  Counting cards is illegal because it’s impossible, and cheating is foolish because you’re the defendant as prosecutor, with a defense attorney of your own, and the state plaintiff staring you down.  The rules don’t matter, the dealer tracks it for you.  Especially with an electronic table.  So come up with a custom deck, just for you, or buy a fun one, and come up with a special set of rules, written down, to use every time.  The devil’s game, is blackjack, defending your skills as a prosecutor, in front of a judge, the defense attorney, the blackjack dealer.  Each card should be a branch, to determine good luck, fear, and bad luck, confidence.  Being afraid as a prosecutor is the key to a good case, and being sure of yourself is the key to a fault, you’ve understood yourself as the government, instead of the judge’s pupil.  A proper blackjack clerk always cheats their own custom system, with a Joker card and a Wild, the Joker being the actual card or a marked, and the Wild being the sidegame on the bar, the judge’s maneuver to take down a juror on suit of plaintiff.  There’s someone on the jury with a dissenting opinion, and the foreman knows, so you make him push a button, outside of court, to leak a rumor on a case a dirty district attorney forced, because he’s got a politician’s court (the owls, a group of cops that want money, but can’t have it, because they’re cops, they’re BORN RICH, unlike the casino, and the dealer).  The cops hear the rumor, from the foreman, protecting the snitch in the jury, with the inside scoop, and the whole case is marked as a police brutality with the help of a scared city.  A court’s mistrial with blood on the shower floor.

Signals Enforcement of Espionage: Cards.  Poker, the accepted form of bet and its variations, and of course, children’s games you can play with your family, and the greatest variant, nines, the fraternity test of honest, are sociology signal to group network.  There’s always something you miss about someone.  You need two things, besides the standard home dwelling to practice, strict rule, no money, for your pupil, the kid watching, always a potential cop, even a vigilante, and your cards and chips.  You need the cheater, and you need his girlfriend.  Everything else pulls itself together.  This is how you learn tournament play, the way you kill someone’s entire career, with a single signature move, that goes from your hand, to the entire world, bit by bit, until it’s a new poker rule, that the cheater reverses by instinct, assassinating his reason for cheating, never the girl, but you, with the pupil there to watch, until he figures out why he’s there: he plays a girl’s game, from a cherished friend, and now, he gets married (we hope, all of you poker hats, the poor bald guy who is banned from cash play).  The game of cards is simple.  You have a goal, you never alter, to discipline yourself, and you have a motion, of teaming other players against you, so they fight each other, that you make on a repetitive system, until it’s perfect.  Once you’re retired from poker, buy yourself a deck, and tell the deck seller, in a kind note, how your strategy of cards work, but not the signal strategy you gave to the cheater, the new courtesy rule, to prevent the foul you created in the system that already existed.  You create the foul, the cheat sees his girl cheating off you, and then, he reverses it with your move, and meanwhile, you’ve got a new playing strategy to make a new variation, for the discipline target hand, your personal secret, given out at table round play when you first make it, so the cheater can mark your alias, and finally, the eternal friendship of the poker community, in the term of whatever sort of larceny you inspired to create a new class of spy.

Political Trade: Craps.  The score of the politician, craps represents release from play upon victory through discipline.  Craps is a simple concept.  Marked by the corna, the invocation of the defense legate, the eternal Tower of Babel and the concept of all religion, a defense attorney’s guild, a politician is the devil’s advocate, defending a man’s natural vices in defense of the only better nature all live men and women have in common – being alive.  Craps, is the corner, the thumb, forefinger, and pinky out, swinging a set of dice over a meticulously complex game, to shield the real concept.  Your bet, always wins over time, until you stop paying attention to your dice.  You master the game, the entire set and rules, by playing the dealer with your friends and enemies and family watching, sober or drunk or stoned or old or young or man or woman, all open to politics, until you watch a single die roll, instead of your whole set.  Then, you walk away from the table, leaving your winnings to be pulled in by the tray.  The lesson is, stop playing, Mister President, Madame Senator, Justice Supreme, etc., and gracefully bow out, when you’ve impressed your enemies to become your allies.  Nobody likes an enemy, everyone prefers a friend, but when your new allies see you dump money on the table, they do the same, and then, everyone scores a flush.  The table bottoms out because the odds go up and more dice hit the table, when score play is introduced, because the high roller, the last guy to retire and come back, and he’s more experienced, and he’s ancient, and you thought he was your friend.  Mister Soros takes all the money, just to be a prick, so you’ll get rigid rock hard in that mufflin you now have, and do the same thing again, for the Corna, the Tower of Babel.  Man’s Sins, Redeemed, Through the Gift of Life.  Craps.

Law Enforcement Axis of Gambling: Football.  The New York Jets, known as the New York Police Department.  The Meadowlands, the home of international handegg, in the American and Canadian leagues, the represented industry reform of team quartered.  To register for a team, you need a traditional base of operations of your team, and if it moves, you won your industry’s reform, and you need to be a non-governmental organization or subsection of government, that seeks to purge crime out of your industry, with the defeat of your team on the field from the Superbowl, after a championship is built, by the New York Jet, being loaned to your team on an irrational draft, representing the criminal problem in your subsection of international sponsorship, such as Bill Bellichek, Shaolin coach, and the Japanese Yakuza, representing car and automotive dealerships and manufacturing.  Bill Bellichek mastered Japanese Shaolin criminals, and applies it to coaching as law enforcement, challenging you to defeat him at the game of Japanese crime, as a New England Patriot, and sharing secrets with the enemy, the NYPD, to play through New York Jets profiling chambers assisted by the FBI, and to be distributed to the rest of the league, as ‘League Intelligence’.  Betting on football, means taking the inside information of your own state, from your own state, and placing a simple divisor, a 1:1 odds on a five dollar, paying out ten, with a friend, your new ‘representative’, to stop the incoming industry, representing the team and the locale you’re betting, against the New York Jets, never your home team, to bring the Jets to town to spot the chain linkage, the connection between the corrupt industry that needs to be fixed, your home team, and the team being informed against.  Then, you get an NYPD athlete, to see if you can establish a Superbowl chain win series.  The more Superbowls you win, the more devastating the league intelligence is, towards the industry’s criminal influence seeking reform.  Then the Jets, have saved your representative’s betted interest, with you as the New York Jets, and they can safely leave town, and you can retire to legend, as a cop, a footballer.  Crime will be gone, not with fascist cops or chain beatings, the mark of crime posing as police, but rather, with team spirit, not school spirit, the first community, the second a football trap for a Nazi to snitch themselves out, for league intelligence’s beginning, Varsity Blues.  The first busts, in highschool.

Nullification of Corrupt Law Enforcement: Gaming.  Board games, dart boards, video games, dare wagers, kissing games, strip games, and hop scotch, these are deliberate statistics tracking to remove non-necessary agents.  If you don’t need a cop, you don’t want him on the force.  If you can’t use a spy, he can’t be on the ROTC site.  If this kid’s playing the wrong game, you don’t want him knowing your game.  This is the logic of how to take down a gaming concept or company or strategy, whether it’s chess moves or Grand Theft Auto fans, as a group, not the chess game itself or the move, but the group that uses it.  Someone, has cheated, and now, there’s a cookbook out there, an anarchist’s manual.  You want them all out, bumpkin fuck, and you know just who to do it.  Betting on a kid’s chess game may not sound fun, until you see the kid stumble onto a college campus, and shit his pants out a strategy that he plays against a chess savant, a kid that only plays his father seriously, and can’t win, because his father softballs chess with a joke, but hardballs his kid on life.  The scab.  He puts a strategy into a gaming circle, with a simple wager to play ‘the loser’, actually the scab, a law enforcement technique at trivia night to dump the kid talking about something else not on the trivia rack by placing ‘The Nixon’, a question about Nixon disguised as an FDR policy, to see if he mic-bites and gets the question right, but thinks it’s Franklin Delano Roosevelt.  Does this kid, shit his pants?  It’s the eternal question of a cop, to see if a colonoscopy bag and polio are the same thing to a kid, and if he thinks it’s the same one, he’s your games dummy, to put on the antisocial brand, and flunk him for medicine, then send him to a campus on a betting circle with the illegal move or game or type of dart location you want to target.  Then, the kid that got called a loser, chains right in, as the scab, the anti-union kid that got caught in an undercover dustup set up by the fartfaces, the kids obsessed with shit jokes, because they’re pedophiles.  A chess savante always hates the fartfaces, the pedophiles, since he’s an ablative personality, a simplicity stage economist with a complex range of ideas summarized.  A pedophile can’t process simplistic linear logic verbally or especially in text, especially the step back to the beginning, the spot on the scab, as hating the weird guy that talks about farts, the remains of Nixon, once a child of wealth, now in the same place that the cop is in.  Then, an entire move is off the table, because it’s for the fartfaces, it’s a pedophile pickup artist trick.  See, video gaming never hurt anyone, just men who liked raping women.  That’s more than one guy.

Trademark Speculation: German Pointsetter.  The speculation on proper support of a trademark by the barrister houses, to take down blueprint thieves abusing Hebrew, Italian, and Gaelic linguistics in industrial fraud guilds, German pointsetter is the keystone of Hebrew relations.  Taking three dogs, and killing the dog that sits last, the winner of the score on the bet, you are given a white dog (it’s cheated, someone fed it snitzel), the Queen’s favorite (a monarch of any type, always a woman, never a man, unless you’re Goebbels, you skew a bet by eating, you get smacked upside the back of the head, and if you’re struck someone, you get placed in a lampoon spoof, as a trademark villain), and the welchy (the preferred breed of a kid, never a beagle, a lazy dog that Goebbels loves but won’t coax, he wants it in bed with him, but then doesn’t yield the bed).  The two dogs that sit first, lose the bet, they live, and the dog that sits last, wins, you get the bet, by spotting the cheat in your circle of friends betting, the one who picked the white or alternately, demanded a beagel on the welchy.  If he snitzel cheated his own jaw, he’s a Nazi, not even an anti-Semite, he gets dumped on a sporting event, they give him a cheer parade, and if he’s already been marked, he can’t play, he was on a float.  He’s a natural fascist, a school deischelendaller, a mascot baby for German vogue, the term for stylish culture.  Hitler himself.  So we’ve got our three industrial fraud languages, Hebrew blueprint theft of copy, Italian pattern placement of design thread, and Gaelic mufflehits on innocent people drafted as informants after they’ve been involved in a copyright robbery.  You want to place the Gaelic, as the title, no matter which language he is, he always gets the Queen’s spot, on his mother dying.  If he speaks Hebrew, it’s a gay character, if he speaks Italian, it’s a period piece, and if speaks Gaelic, he’s a horror movie monster played heroic.  If it’s the white, the smacker, he gets to be a hero, in a love piece, a Lorenzo’s Oil, to place his family at the premier, so he can make a speech, and fart out his throat, so he can die, with his parents freed from the town forcing the parade boy on him.  The Italian, is the villain, never the Jew, unless a beagle white, then it’s a Jipsy, someone who invokes Gypsy as a slur, instead of a college graduate Romani, unless it’s a college bust by a Gaelic for a Hebrew print, then it’s the cop, he shoots the Hebrew speaker, placed as a null, the Queen’s favorite, for eating schnitzel, that guy is gay, he’s a new fictional alias reference, to be spotted as the guy that got a local Nazi kid hazed by being called the same character, confirming you’ve got the De Gaulle, to boot each and every single jackboot industrial thieve narco-commune fag out of the community.  That one, is called ‘Spics’, you’ve spotted white supremacists, you are now Che Guevera.  And that, is how you relate, to your Israeli brothers, and Jewess sisters.

Mercenary Revenge Culture of Guild: Gentleman’s Club. This is speculation on the life of anyone involved in a dangerous line of business, bloodsports.  You always have a set of five, with one as the woman’s choice, the weak agent, the Q, and a single contract on him from the other four.  Whomever finds the one that beat against the female better on the strip club, the bartender’s wife, gets to carry out the mark, he ‘stinks’, he’s Boothy.  If he kills Q, he gets the draft, you stick him overseas in Hell, he was gay, he carried out a criminal act with lethal measure, he’s your new knife man, he’s an old broken bum playing a man’s game.  If he wins, you have a new 00, the bollocks, your Q, and you have a field agent, the victor of the bet, the male better has found his man, meanwhile, the other three are shuffled into service and separated, having succeeded at restraint.  If any of them die, the Q’s dirty, he was at a higher gentleman’s club, even White’s in Britain, or maybe the Saud Exchange out of Iran, the gildsmen, the gold threaders for INTERPOL that hunt spies for sport for money from Saud kings and Iranian snuff artist kills that kill kidnapped women that fell in love with strip club bets.  It’s a dangerous sport, but the Gambler’s Association, the real name of the gentleman profession, the Black Parliament as America calls it, is universal, the act of despising crime but wanting to be involved, whether it’s an American Navy SEAL, breaking laws of masculinity by saluting country and eating mama’s pie every day like real good jim bob fag, or a little set of drug dealers, pushing adderral on a campus to get free grass.  You get, ideally, three spies, one media liaison (Q), and one specialist (U).  That’s queer.

Heterosexual Market of Speculation: Greyhounds.  The hounds, never cruel to animals, unless some animal in your state or province or small country learned the hounds in their own region as their specialty charm, from a horseman.  Then it’s a horse we beat until we grind it up into burgers and feed to cafeteria kids, Unter, from The Simpsons.  German snitzel.  Unter was full of chocolate.  This is espionage protection theory, beloved to any field man, whether you’re a common grunt in infantry, a cop on the street, or a mobster spy assassin called the Queen of Denmark, the Glucksbergs.  Secret Service, MI-5, SAS Commandos, and especially Mossad, all learn on the hounds, and the rogue mark declared terrorist, learns their own neighborly pattern, to show off.  That’s the hound you shoot, with a high bet on them, so everyone bets on She’s the Fastest, because she put out, to ‘marry that girl’, she’s a lesbian, and if it was a male spy betting on the hounds, that’s ‘the bobs’, there’s one of them and three fake numbers named the bobs, and he takes care of the retarded, the town pot supply.  If they’re a couple, that’s called Natural Born Killers, they abort babies together.  That set of dogs, is the breeder’s twin, for another game, called deinleingrauscher, they get to be minority politicians, and do tricks, for rich men, behind the scenes, calling themselves ‘civil rights activists’.  That means, ‘the spuckdulschicker is a sausage’, the prior term a rape pellet used by Saudi men to become infertile when raping a woman on command of the King of Saudi Arabia.

Markers of Psychiatric Brand: Hanufuda. Hanufuda is the mastery of the rudiments of medical logic, through branding, color, combination, and task, the arbitrary mechanism of singular marker.  Game shows, those weird little Trivial Pursuit cards at a breakfast place, coffee talk, the water cooler at the office, the television shows that doctors watch where they have sex at work (talking to the nurses during surgery), even sounds and pings and beeps on Law and Order to warn them that they’re committing a fire violation, and have to drive at a rapid pace to take a piss, deep in their sleep, because there’s a beeping hose from an alien, are all from the art of studio production, hanufuda.  It’s what makes you a doctor.  Hanufuda, is played very simply.  You have a hand, full of customized image cards, perhaps expensive and made just for you, your business.  The rules, have a color, and a flower concept, that could be an actual color, or maybe something else, and some kind of marker numeral, that’s separate, from the something else, never to be mixed, or else you’ve created a slots parlor in Japan, where gambling logic, is stripped away forever, by some absurd game that makes you a criminal (an alcoholic lunatic, in Japanese culture, you played a weird game about your job without realizing it, now you can’t snitch, or call a lawyer).  The slots parlor players, are protected, and safely escorted to their homes, after a ninja, breaks in with a knife, and stabs the Japanese bodyguards to the men in suits, to death.  Doctors, are ninjas, they hate the Yakuza, the guy who runs the slots parlor, teaching a college professor, to suck on an exhaust hose, that’s his wife’s penis, but he thinks it’s a sandwich machine on campus.  Doctors play hanufuda, with a simple strategy, called, one card is all I ever play, with this deck.  They keep a notebook, and once their strategy is stolen, they go on a date.  Man, woman, kid, old man, retarded, elderly, it doesn’t matter.  Someone needs medical advice, and they are another hanufuda player.  Is there a man in a suit, with a weird game running, that needs ninjas?  That guy needed to be murderer.  He’s getting an economist to say Weird Al backwards, which translates to ‘Dungeons and Dragons Nintendo Entertainment System’.  D&D, is a game for contract logistics, to protect employees.  Not to kill a doctor’s mother, with a funny face.

Gaming Commission Law Agency: Horse track.  The theory of all family, law enforcement, and numbers, this is called ‘the racket’ unfairly, since it’s actually the rules, from your country or international priory, about which games can be bet on, by who, and how real estate licenses work.  That means, this is something we need law enforcement for, these are the guys allowed to do it under our national aegis of political theory, and this is how we collect taxes on gambling (through the bookie family’s house).  Do you see the pony yet?  The first time teacher of ponies, is passed on, through this theory, with your personal theory being given to a pupil, in horses, for any game, except for horses, that job being reserved for another game, to give a man a blank slate, Lazarus, Resurrection, to live on through the pupil learning the horse races.  So, we have our horses we need to win, we have our betting card on how much we need this race to fail us, and most importantly, we have the taxes on who is with us, watching, on the return on the pony track.  It’s impossible to win horses, you must be absurd.  But it’s easy, to bind a unit or group together, by taking our bets on our horses compared to the necessity of family interaction with our friends and wives and husbands and children and parents, the fewer horses bet on, the more bound as a friendly group we are, hence the process of betting lessening as we bet and visit, we have the necessity of the race card to fail, so we can leave, meaning, I don’t want to win, it’s a curse to hit a pony, this poor animal gets ridden again, instead of being retired, guaranteeing our empathy, and our savings, and finally, we have the true source of the income we receive in return from gambling as a basic science of law enforcement, the community granted to us as the taxes we collect from the horse card we bet on.  Together, that’s an entire booking syndicate, out of me and my wife and my kid, by taking a hundred bucks between two horses, right after college, and putting seventy five on high odds, putting ten on low odds, and then having my kid chip in on a vig for the pony, and some food for us, and I let the wife pick the second horse, with the low chip, since the kid is moving out and may not be in the holiday market anymore, because they have a career.  I call that a day at the races.  And if you ever need to protect anyone, you always have that dark, creeping black cloud in your eyes, that’s actually over that forest outside your house, or swooping over that desert, or maybe watching you from the horizon over those distant waters, that shore that you think is there when you’re afraid.  That’s when it comes time to cheat the race track, by teaching your family how to gamble.  It isn’t money you want, that’s a putz, a gambling addiction.  It’s the knuckle hard bruise, that that poor pony took, that feel cringing and turning your guts every time you curl up in bed, sobbing somehow, about what they did to your family.  Then you’re knights, and those horses, are your cavalry, your personal army.

Chivalry Suicide Missions: Horseback Competition.  Why’d you kill me, Mister?  That’s what an animal says, when that little furry creature looks up at you, and you’ve been mean in such a way, that they never recover.  This is the gang, an oath of ruined children.  It’s a civil servant, anyone that would serve in government, that’s been subjected to cruelty, by anyone.  Once you break, you break.  And now, you’re a Knight.  Nothing for a comic or story or cartoon.  You’re someone that flies over Pennsylvania, and say, ‘why’d you kill me, mister’, in Urdu, because a Hindu Army wave sonic killed you before you could crash a building into Washington DC.  Or maybe you’re a British spy, that just got clipped in traffic, with an embassy note for a President, and some kid jacks your case, because he’s a pedophile from the streets, that wants to be Martin Lawrence in that poor man’s worst moment, a Native Mestizo injected on Thorazine by an abusive doctor.  Either way, you’re evil now.  Why’d you kill me, Mister.  This is polo.  Whether you’re with a knife on a horse and a weasel on a tree, or you’re Superman riding dumb and making fun of me, you can’t be a cop or a spy anymore, but you have an equestrian’s sore and a horse to ride some more.  You have to get up on that horse, not a motorcycle or a trolley or a station wagon, to play this game.  This is life, the art of nomadic swordsmanship, taking a lethal sports game with semi-lethal connotations, and learning how to walk again.  A suicide bomber.  Polo.  British play it like Afghans, and it’s a national sport, because cops and criminals connect over the simple concept of cops, not being a skin hide yet.  Deer hunters are what the Knights stalk.  We always want to kill that man with the bow, killing a buck or a doe, a cop’s wife.

Interrogations of Business Logistics: House rules.  A gaming system with custom rules of a private event applied, is how one enforces the commodity guarantee contract to labor.  For labor to be paid by employer, by contracted logistics to allow taxes to be paid to state from corporate house holding employ, one has to have a concept of cheating, to counter it when performed by the holder of the house casinos.  Games like miniatures, cards, wager bets, and events, all have a concept of house rules, and gaming tournaments are often bet on, with wagers placed to the battle between the house master of the game, and the player, with the custom rule altered in the game’s standard form as the subject.  The custom rule, is meant to be broken, by the players, so the dungeon master, or whatever the house is calling itself, can be tested to see if they’re a crooked employer, from contract stipulation held outside of common law.  If the player, the employee of labor, can beat the dirty rule, then the wager indicates that the dungeon master is police services, not a householder of corporate contract, and that they are qualified to be a logistics expert on taking down corrupt organizations like teamsters, unions, and likuds.

Yardie Rules Enforcement of Games: Kayfabe.   Professional wrestling is based on family moralities, hence victories and defeats are determined privately through the athleticism displayed by the top fans of the individual wrestlers.  However, behind closed doors at the casino, wrestling storylines, foibles, fumbles, successes, accidents, and draft numbers of picks or salaries, are bet upon by casino employees, with abstract betting among employees of various businesses.  The book game for the closed doors, everyone from slots maintenance to blackjack dealers bets on various odd gambles of professional wrestling, just to sharpen their skill at the best asset and aspect of casino life: spotting a cheat.  Everyone knows the wrestlers are cheating in casino logic, because the casino also cheats, but the question is, what was the actual cheat intended on the mat, the ring, and what did the wrestler do instead.  This is how wager bids sharpen their hands, not through playing dice, a cheat gambler, but rather, through making a bet based on agency, the relationships within economics as determined by actor, both the economic term of logistics, and its origin, the stage and play of life.  Economics, is from knowing the finest classics of Shakespeare, and every bit of literature meant to be put on stage, viewed in life, from reading a little comic book and seeing a movie, for critique, or debating your favorite historical figures and whom would win in a fight, the table game in small towns since the bookie writing this piece, invented it.

Invasion Privacy of Rights: Keno.  Keno is a bar game, intended to develop an arbitrary set for odds, with an interlinked system of play within a single state of province, and a roving ability to watch the game between visits to the bar, with cash paid upon ticket scan at any time.  This is used for removal from hospital care, by treating addiction through identifying the malefactor party informing to hospital or addiction counseling services, hence creating the addiction or mental psychosis in the first place.  Keno is played through taking one’s teacher’s father’s suggestion of numerical picks, one through thirteen, designed for common name Biblical verse codes, to scramble an atheist (an abusive hospital doctor, nurse, activist, social worker, or stalker), with games played selected for estimate of time within bar or gas station or restaurant, with a dollar amount played on the Keno bet, to indicate amount blackmailed in terms of percentage from games played.  The purpose of addiction counseling, psychiatric services, or hospital repeat care from social work, is blackmail by a state’s government, on behalf of an inappropriate homosexual pursuit of the Keno player from someone past rejected, often an underage amorous sociopath, a homosexual spy, or a heterosexual coupling you’ve rejected due to her weight or race or religion.  With this game, the watering holes of the addictive source, whether a website set or a bar or a hospital set of clubhouses, are frequented in circles, until you get the signal, then the bounce sign, from your stalker, and they are reduced to manic-depression, while you lose your addiction, a once happy sport for you, now a potential detriment to your health.

Debt Collection Agent: Marathon.  The marathon is a civic national event since the ancient Greeks waged war on the proto-Muslim Persians, and the wagers game on the marathon describes the media theory of politics.  Media theory, is the concept of social interactions being determined by frame of reference, therefore debts in relationship are based upon removing frame of reference, so the actual metrics of a situation can be tracked.  All the foods and toys and pranks and music events, at the start of a marathon, are designed to place the viewers and spectators and attendees, in a partial sublimated reference, such as the fried dough placing a dough boy on each attendant, so they can understand how a frame of reference has altered another runner, a poor bet, since they’re inside a story in their mind.  As opposed to being in the deliberate short range goal and longrange point, in that order, the inversion of male heterosexuality induced by the hot girls paid for by stage hands, with the various prank treats to break up the race (like stinkbombs for catching cheats at schools nearby, snapper pops to simulate disasters because of journalists, and everyone’s favorite, the fireworks, to determine if your area is legal to bet on the marathon in due to safe school training that doesn’t rely police interference – no mobsters).  The environment of a race, to determine this partial reference to spot winners and losers, people to offer payment to in exchange for goods, and people to not take goods from, as how you shut down an art school’s daytrade, the process of theft from innocent civilians and towngoers and county civilians.  A politician involved in the daytrade, has a marathon where any of those items (fried dough banned, drug dealing gangs, hot girls banned, myths about Islam, radio trucks banned, censorship, stinkbombs banned, dirty undercover informants, snapper pops banned, journalists controlled by politicians, fireworks banned, betting can’t be performed on politics because of political retaliations from police and ‘goons’).  These are the rules, to selecting a politician in your area to support, from which sources of advice to trust, and how a man of country, can pay back his debt to society, or her agency can be yours upon her podium.  Remember, in America, you need a felony on confirmed conviction, somewhere in your direct family line back, but not yourself, to be able to run for an elected position.  Leadership, is breaking the rules.

Lure of Loss to Participant: Marksmanship.  Duck hunting, skeet shooting, rifle ranges, marksmanship championships, street duels with pistols, even war reenactments and paintball, are the signal of threat to induce paused motion of system.  It seems an anachronistic suggestion, that one needed a tip head to outmaneuver a foe, but we put that in the history books, just so you’d signal for that cop’s loaded rifle one, the second you decided to be anything from an academic textbook that wasn’t both a mathematical equation and a sciences core concept, unless you were a lawyer (skeet shooting), a journalist (street finger duel), or a politician (war reenactment).  The key to the shoot practice, is to place yourself at a cornered wall, and then pretend, as if your fictitious imaginary or actual rifling, is showing, across the corner, for the then step and swing, to fire, with your pistol grip on the rifling’s carner cart, the guard of the butt to stoker.  That means, instead of swinging around and startling the guy trying to shoot you, the poor guy making the mistake of murder, a mortal sin, he pauses, having expected it, and gets his chest blown back into a wall, realizing how much he’s made an error, in his final moments.  This is the concept of timing, important in comedy, sex, and law enforcement, to take someone down without harming them, as a proper soldier or cop or spy or masonry contractor or lawyer or journalist or politician or arch-cleric priest/female congregant leadership.  You just need a chance to speak, with a paused signal, to show the foe the error of his ways.

Expansion of Brand Diplomacy (Olympics): The Olympics are how one senses the inner need of a child to fight, while still retaining his sense of safety from costume and color and simplicity.  This is the darkest of trades, legal pederasty to distribute corporate license, “balderdash”, with the board game of the same name as the primogen of understanding the betting.  The corporate license in balderdash, is a word, you’re thinking of, with the event on the Olympic sheet rack, Winter or Summer, that is not applicable to the word.  If they guess the word, the name of the athlete from trivia, as the improper event, they’ve lost, you’ve sold the brand.  If the guess the word, of the proper event by practice, they’ve taken you over, and won the wager, now they own your participation.  However, if they nail the event itself, you made a poor bet, you now flunked your brand if you go to print.  These three relatives, come together as a constant, the Olympic event’s national review, which makes this illegal, even in Monaco, except for Olympic Committee Chambers, where the tagsters team out, they send out their speculators on research and “soft”ware, sometimes the computer form, to develop new archaic internet pylons, called “cobras” in America, “church” in Madrid, and “species” in Monaco Spain, with the British term being the simple but obscure, “bets”.  This is the tag-sheet, on what may sell, based on a hot author’s tip, about which athlete, the new talent is, and if the athlete wins, you’ve got a hot property.  But if they don’t know the Olympics, or watched that season, or made even an advice inquiry, they don’t know sports, only money table, the bet itself for theory.  You’ve doomed yourself into a ‘masquepade’, not a ‘masquerade’.  You’ve turned someone into a false pedophile, because you have to make them fat, for the latest TV show to blame them, not you, because you don’t know talent research.  You’re a lawyer, you dumb schmuck, you never learned to close a contract before a deal.  Everything rides on the case, even paid by fee.

Educational Military Theory: Prizefighting.  Boxing, mixed martial arts, fencing, parkour, bartistu, and of course everyone’s favorite, lightfoot (sword fighting in the Arab deserts), is the basis of culinary family politics, the marine and saber.  Marines have always practiced prizefighting, whether it’s a single match to see if you can land a neurological condition on a bully, or a lifetime of sport competition to teach fans how your individual theory works.  Each form of cooking, has a cheat to it, a false shortcut to keep out a poor cook, the simpleton that cheats on a fight through hiding behind the cowardly cover of night.  They’ll always do it, but boxing or martial arts or fencing teaches you how to beat them, by taking their cheat, and using one of dozens of forms of culinary preparation with your family that a man picks up for his longworks, to shut down someone’s simple shortcut.  If someone takes away your concept of freedom, you can take away their safety, forcing them to block themselves in with every cheap deal that the guerilla takes, until you’ve put your Marine Corps tattoo across their chest with the carved harp of your pommel grip, sawing off their tit into their nipple.  Whether it’s a red glove slamming someone into an epileptic palsy because a girl asked you to help them with a rapist that wants to steal your job to have her, or a long game of snipes and chickens with two false foes and yourself to see how to draw your rapier across the scrotum of a castritikon transgender, you can master yourself at the art of prize, to claim the reward, your own freedom from the gladiator pit.  Semper Fi.

Removal from Premise: Roulette.  Roulette is impossible to win, but a roulette master, know how to retirement in class. Roulette masters like Margaret Cho, Mike Tyson, and Vinnie Jones, have all mastered their individual part of the sport, whether it’s Margeret Cho (the con), Mike Tyson (the self-tilt), or Vinnie Jones (the lure recommendation).  Roulette, is how you spot an alcoholic, gambling addict, or sex addict, and using the roulette’s three poles, you put them on a project to fail it, with you helping cheerfully.  Only crossed by parental influence mislaid by the Roulette trick (they never gambled, now they’re a sharp, they cut down Roulette professionals by turning the kid of the baller into a porn actor or actress or dead corpse in a cop uniform, the three replies, across all gender and status and race and class), Roulette is deadly.  The way to succeed at Roulette, is to spot someone in danger of the casino, not their friends or family or drugs or preference or hand.  If the house is cheating, Roulette is the mandatory game present to remove a gambler, or else no gambler would have any honor, and the casino would get robbed at gunpoint, by gangs of thieves and hoodlums that didn’t appreciate their own rights to gambling being abrogated with direct force of Salvation Army or Lutheran or Freemason fascists that sought to starve and break the gamblers, instead of Roulette’s nice gentle movement, to place themselves on a market to doom it (the con bet, a rolling speculation of turns), make a public show of failure to signal that you have succeeded by your casino has failed (the tip onto the table of a hat, on recognition of your lackey, the source of the cancer), or the suggestion on how to piss you off, because you want it done and you’re a rude prick (the placement of the goal of the gambler as themselves, thinking it’s you, to take them out of sporting and bets, and put them in a day-to-day job outside whatever low trade they’re in).  But always beware the sharp, your worst nemesis, a person forced into Roulette by a homosexual dicer, to ruin your kid, by the simple act of you trying, and their family pulling together to help someone that didn’t need help – you did, you fucking baller parasite.

Incarceration Defense of Witness: Rugby. Rugby is the temporary or seasonal worker’s sport, the Rabbi’s tradecraft.  Anyone can be anything on the rugby field, which is why it’s the most chaotic and flexible game to flex.  That’s your man on the inside, that can’t get out, or else he’s raped.  You want to keep him in the closet, by talking about him outside the box of shoes.  That, was a shoe kiss, for anyone messing with my incarcerated witness, to the police’s enfranchisement of state politics.  See how easy a rugby protection of an inmate is?  The question is, what’s the wager.  First, we need to understand riot control.  Then, we need to understand cop psychology.  Finally, we have to understand frivolity office hours.  The guy in the office, wants to know, what his friend playing rugby does.  So you tell him, what a rugby player you spotted with the hulk down sit squat and the wide elbows across his shoulders at the diner, does for a living.  He’s a Rabbi psychiatrist that castrated me for doing heroin on the orders of a dominatrix that wanted my EBT.  That’s the box of shoes.  This man knows women, and he’s dirty.  Second, we have the cop psychology.  That’s your father.  What made your father, talk to this rugby player, in private?  If he didn’t talk to the rugby player with you, then in private, he’s not a rugby man.  My father made me kill the psychologist, who got blackmailed by the Korean Mob, to castrate me, for a big Korean man, with a large head, that had been planning this in highschool, since his father was a heroin dealer, and now, I’m a comic book guru.  So we’ve got the suicide position of the cop, obeying Friedrich Nietzsche.  Finally, we’ve got the riot.  This is the circle of protection on the ball, produced by invisible men, with everyone circling outside the ball, our witness.  This is the bet.  You have to tell your rugby wager friend, that the bet, is to see if the team, does something, based on a poor preparation, from their own side, meaning, they get a goal, the endzone (you don’t need this witness, but the bet is out), or a tug (this was going to kill you, your rugby friend went down on a field plant into a scrum, to figure out who was his own coach, the rugby cheater with a father that wants a fart in the face of the rugby player’s girlfriend).  So, who is the anti-Semite (the endzone, this guy is clean), and who is the tug (this guy understands Jews, but doesn’t like it, he’s dirty).  The wager complete, now you have nice shoes.  That’s the signal on whom made the bet.  Take him out anyways, he needs to go back on the paddy line, with his wad of bills, you can’t have him running fat his entire life, when he needs to work for a criminal defense attorney, the anti-Semite.  Grambluck.  That means, your father is dead, Jew.  Now you can hire an attorney.

Divorce of Criminal Family: Scalping. Scalping stops every cartoon gag, joke, laugh, goon, hit, or meme (the latter a reference by your French grandmother from Canada, a Nelson – “Jews are nice people, but they’re so cheap” – HP Lovecraft, RIP). The speculation on top/bottom sales of concert review, this is taking a rock concert, music event, grand trek, pilgrimage into cop hypnosis for Donuts and Democrats (the graduation from Dungeons and Dragons, for a female cop’s husband), and selling allegedly purchased tickets, to blow the review of the set piece, by your very presence.  Who does Superman work for, anyways?  Space Gods?  Israel?  Freemasons?  Perry White?  The President?  I’ll tell you who.  They work for the school library, not some town library where you get tracked by the IRS to see if you’re a cop by your library card review record, and not by computer, either (the book stacker is a cop, Detective Bookman, he comes after you if you take a cop book out and never return it, you’re a cop killer that couldn’t fit Marine Corps standards – can’t stand ya).  The kid that likes the library, because he knows an entire litany of chemical warfare, nuclear weapons, NORAD flight code, and of course the greatest, ecology books applied to harmful sciences, is protected, forever, by the sacred society of the CIA’s elite division – Media and Technical Sciences.  The Film Crew.  You get together ten tickets, on a bid, from the cop junk market (this guy bribed a cop, then went to prison with a preferential placement of his cell, location, and cellmate), and then you trade them, to a drug dealer, for his concert management friend’s entire showset, to drill up numbers for the show you’re targeting.  Simpsons Did It.  You have to kill, a cartoon joke, that’s gotten so deep into the system, that Milhouse, is no longer a meme.  Where is Mussolini?  There’s always something funny about French anti-Semitism, it’s actually Jewish love jokes, between a Gentile, and a Jewess that wants her dream convert – because she’s rich and hot, not fat and fucked like you, cartoony.  All those horrifying jokes, that a band hates, a jazz club hates, and a college kid hates, come together, in the range and realm, of the dumb room mate, that recognizes something from a comic book or a cartoon or a porno.  Then it’s time to spot the guy, and lure him to the local nightclub with the Nazi name, with a scalped ticket, and a ditched date.  And then the real Jews show themselves – the one who ditched the girl following the scalper responding to review posters for a scalped show.  Go, Batgirl.

Religious Role in Gambling: Slots.  The game of Gods, the Gaming Commission’s Pulpit.  This is where the family real estate, the casino ground licenses, and the hotel development funds come from.  The Temple, the Church, and the Mosque, the three holy pillars of gambling logic, in a quad table, the fourth held up by you, the humble better.  This is the leadership role in gambling politics, the Made Man.  Every buckeye Gambino wants this, because he’s a gambling addict or an actor or an auteur of cinema.  The Made Man, is a humble job, with a gun to defend your locket purchase from your wife (your proof of gambino, the real name, not a syndicate, those are drug users that deal high merch, gambling movies), a connection upstate falls, north of Niagara, to Monaco Betting Sintech, the synthetic review of games and realties, and your locket phone watch, the inscribed stone of your casino lounge, for admission.  Being Made, means you’re a toy, the first in a line of the entire downfall of your family, from petty Jews wanting to make a bet, with a family that can’t gamble, unless it’s time to hit a stack, there was an attack from up-state, a Canadian family pushed a rule on you for being a gamer, handler, or sack iron – you had a chess set, you were escorting a lady, or you were a potential undercover modus operandi, an MO, someone with a lockpick style defined by an event in school, so you are now an informant cadet on a police force to save you from gaming hazards.  If you’re a spy, your whole family is out, and if someone snuffs the spy, your family has to get bitched, one by one, until they figure out who Made you, who was the lady, that brokered the marriage, and her family out of French billionaire heiresses, his to snuff-tell, put the cigar out, on the one that victimized the kid’s entire organization, event he Church, the Diasect, or the Carabinieri.  The Made Man, is the ultimate cop on the force, he’s the high stakes police detective, and if someone’s dirty, they can’t stand it.  That means, whoever put this smutz on the force, to get a spy marriage from a dumbo, a bad husband in your family (the spy’s father), has failed the entire review of forcing a Made through alliance since childhood.  Your casino interest has a pedophile management review team critique, forever.  If you let in a royal bloodline, referred to as ‘witchcraft’ by the ‘pederasts’, the term for a gambling savant in royalty cultures of Europe, they’re going to kill everything you love, and shut down Las Vegas, for being Arab, like they’ve always wanted.  Someone got played by a Knives Night, in the royal’s precognitive family, and now they’re cheating you to win, against your film interest, your kid’s toy to make them honest citizens.  A monarchy falls, and more royals are free, to ignore religion, and kill and conquer as they please.  Just like Rome, and the days before the hostage children of pedophile priests, held in Italy, under Christ’s plans.

Gaming Convention Wager: Soccer.  The shekel and army policy of the Jewish people, soccer is the nickname of sales to keep wages and salaries fair, away from commissions and daytraders, the skellbag scum of the earth that manage poor kids and the mentally ill to steal their very souls in poverty and traps by law enforcement embodied to social causes to make a kid with a zombie eye and a thieving fat lip smile.  The trade is practiced through brandnames, the illuminati, taking a single concept of a failed play for you, your deliberate bow off the field, and putting it in a nickname for yourself, with the false nickname applied being the reverse of the nickname’s legacy.  Whatever you do, to cheat the soccer field, you’ve mastered fair wage and honest salary, to get rid of commissioned work and per diem heists from hooker lookalikes with cop husbands that want a big fat ring on their left middle finger to wank their Arab dick with.  Soccer is the shekel, a circle and a radius, with the circumference as a measure of 24 hours, the volume as the work produced, and the wage paid being the circumference of fraction for 24 calculated as the proper per-hour for your employee, with the remaining circle per employee being additional resources paid on salary for completion of task.  This way, any money set aside for commissions, goes to investment in your business, expansion for efficiency for your employees on wage, instead of bonuses, the concept of defrauding your own business firm with harder work at higher wages, therefore defrauding the customer and employee alike.  If you have a regular, periodical, better paycheck with an easier job, your business grows, into a town name, and you have the spirit of capitalism in your town.  The soccer bet, therefore, is based on the easier athlete to watch, he’s more relaxed and not as angry and insistent, being the better bet, taking his play point, and putting the money on the team, that counters him, with fewer hard athletes on your chosen team.  That’s how you figure out which job to work for, in a shekel trade.

Removal of Labor Investment: Swim.  Swim is the bet on the breastroke as the volume remained past a line, the label of nickname to recruit criminal leader. There’s a minute tick, the athlete knows he has a bet on him so nobody drowns him, and you’ve calculated a line on the bottom, as being the passing point privately, with him being aware of the rules, so there’s a space of finish at the particular second watch you’ve selected for the line, not the full lap or set of rhythms, a hardier competition of wager called wands, so illegal that athletes drown trying to figure out how to bet their own sport.  So if we take a calculation of buoyancy against the angled wall of a pool half, where the lap is complete, and calculate the upwards halve non-buoyant but pressed from other side buoyancy in a simple physics test of water quality and mandatory universal mixture of pools, we then have a range, more money for a tighter range between the two range calculations, the odds of fraction for payout off the narrow percentage placed as divided sum whole equals, the famous Eduardo Einstein pool bet system that got him committed for being Hitler.  In other words, there are two people betting, and the swimmer knows both of them, and their monetary sums to be won, without knowing the line calculation for the money’s exponent per each, the timing calculation of narrow percentage atop the range of speculation of time to win, and the potential divisor difference of multiplied fraction bet-types for the payout, both ways.  This is how you charge your swimmer, into a hyper-monster, which is why swimmers want to bet on themselves, to make money winning a competition, the gym builder buff’s myth of your sport meaning something beyond child education for law enforcement suitables and goals.  James Earl Jones, knew he was Darth Vader but white inside the suit, so he gave out a common drug dealer nickname, matching his alias, the idea as a “joke”, the divided trade invisible to his own pool team, Jimmy Bulger (one of the swimmers he didn’t recognize), to bet that Darth Vader was black inside the suit, or ‘my name is whitey’, because James Earl Jones doesn’t “like any Jimmy Earl Ray”, and the bet then came about to James Bulger’s ears that he could be a Congressional leader as a lawyer, if he took the name “Whitey” under Return of the Jedi came out and Anakin was seen inside his suit, as a black man, the bet already disintegrating into racism accusations in Empire Strikes Back, despite an early showing in A New Hope.  Contrary to what you might think, Jones didn’t drown Whitey Bulger.  He bought his soul, and made him a superb athlete, at Darth Vader’s sport, a CIA crime boss, working for Ronald Reagan.  James Earl Jones, is a Republican, he’s Black.  Just like Darth Vader.

Experimental Research Recruitment: Watercraft.  When NASA needs a new crew of promising students, it’s time for Space Camp down in Florida, to watch the tropical game of the evening; speed boats.  Used for elite games and sciences chicanery, the pranks and war games and technical study of motors, large physics, experimental hydrogens, and eyeball mathematics, watercraft betting is for astronauts and the people that love them, the scratcher gambling experts, the boat’s pilots.  If you ever broke even on a scratch bet, don’t play, you’re SCUBA, they’ll drown you out of unit rivalry. Why do we let them?  Because Skateboarding is a Crime, pothead.  Charleboy says so, he’s the Yeti.  He invented skateboarding, to dominate the world, for the British Navy, and it still runs the world today, until you can figure out how to stop selling something kids love that hurts them.  Like pot.  Skateboarding is a Crime.  How much would you give me for that skateboard?  That’s a surfboard, that’s a different class of bet.  Buying someone’s board.  Then you get into the surfoff, where your tan, proves your victory, the shark on the beach, your girl.  How does it work?  Everyone says you win, if you’re funny on the board, and don’t waste out.  That means you’re Houston.  Keep them calm, second objective.  But you get in, if you have that as your first recruitment ethic to spot.  First objective, don’t glitch, mess up, fry, or tip.  Shark eats you, that’s God.  You pissed in your shorts, and didn’t throw them away.  Or you washed your shorts with cum, somewhere someplace, and the eel got you.  That’s a mini-toe step on your right ankle, you have a club foot.  You were bathing in semen, in the gel cap saucsage, the heatmobob.  That’s what surfers call it, when someone was jacking off on a college campus, and the swim team found out, and killed him, for being a college student, anywhere, except in a dry dorm, without alcohol, where they hang out.  With the AFROTC, the astronauts.  Much easier to haze for cum there, and you can get free laundry bedding, right down in the office, from the Sergeant Patrol Officer.  He thinks it’s disgusting, and he knows just how to haze you.  Charleboy.  Skateboarding is a Crime.