He was known as The Kid,
The only thing he did
Was gamble, with the cards or with the dice,
Day in, day out, he played,
Few were the men who stayed,
Few were the men who could afford the price.
The Kid had nerves of steel,
And he played every deal
With a precision few men ever learn,
He’d bluff a massive pot,
Take every cent they’d got,
He knew the odds and beat them all in turn.
Stud poker was his game,
And slowly spread his fame
Until numero uno heard of him;
A grey-eyed man named Lancey,
Always the bookies’ fancy,
But some said he would be out on a limb.
“Hey Kid, Lancey’s in town.”
He answered with a frown,
“You don’t say,” Saint Louis was hot this spring.
The Kid paused, licked his lips,
Picked up a stack of chips,
And put the sucker who’d re-raised all-in.
He walked out in the Sun.
The others were broke, done.
Life was good for The Kid, his lot was blessed,
But he would never be
Content in life till he
Not Lancey Hodges was known as the best.
Lancey was old and tired,
But wasn’t yet expired,
The Shooter told The Kid to wait a while,
But youth is ever sure,
And he was Simon Pure,
He’d take the old man out with grace and style.
The match was on! The Kid
Would make his fateful bid
For Lancey’s crown that day in 3-1-1;
They sat down in the room,
A sense of creeping doom
Surrounding Lancey as the deals were done.
If Lancey had a pair,
The Kid had two, was there
A surer sign The Kid’s youth would prevail?
If Lancey had king big,
He couldn’t bluff a fig,
A massive raise would be to no avail.
Then came that fateful pot,
Lancey was looking shot,
He showed eight-nine, The Kid showed tens on top,
He raised, The Kid raised back,
Would the old timer crack?
Lancey was surely done with such a flop.
But Lancey took the raise,
His grey eyes met the gaze
Of his tormentor as he swigged his booze,
He thought about the odds,
And piled up two thick wads
Throwing them in as though he couldn’t lose.
He drew a heart, the ten,
A queen hit The Kid when
It looked as though a bluff was in the air,
With three hearts to the board
Was The Kid over-awed?
Was he Hell! Lancey couldn’t beat his pair.
The final cards were dealt,
And two queens hit the felt,
But Lancey’s was the heart, The Kid’s was black,
He checked, and Lancey bet,
He didn’t break a sweat
As he raised; Lancey couldn’t find the jack.
But Lancey raised him back,
The Kid looked at his stack,
And said “I’d call but I’m short of your raise.”
“I’ll take your marker, Kid.”
He did as Lancey bid,
And Lancey’s next move left him in a daze.
He turned his hole card over,
The Kid had been in clover,
But now his world caved in, the room went black,
And then, quiet as a mouse
He faced his busted house,
And stared in disbelief at Lancey’s jack.
Five hearts: a running flush,
His face too drained to blush,
The Kid could only mutter he was done.
A roar went round the room
As Lancey’s one-time gloom
Was lighted like a mirror in the Sun.
Then Lancey spoke, “Kid you’re
The real deal, that’s for sure,
The meanest poker player East or West,
But you’ve a lot to learn,
Bide your time, wait your turn,
Cos while I’m still around, you’re second best.”
This is AK’s hangout of September 9; he went live earlier than usual, he has been holding early hangouts for a while. I joined after more than two hours, in and this segment is devoted to the shocking murder of Iryna Zarutska by a small time career criminal with psychiatric problems.
This hangout begins with some comment about shadow banning and Internet censorship the I inject a little humour with the result of a GROK search.
Next, I discuss the Jeffrey Epstein sex trafficking allegations in some depth, highlighting especially the lies of Virginia Giuffre.
I contrast the Jeffrey Epstein allegations with the grooming gang allegations, playing a short clip of one of their victims, a woman who can most definitely be called a survivor. I go on to discuss Epstein’s island and how this nonsense is promoted by cranks, opportunists, and people chasing clicks, people like Shaun Attwood, who have no commitment to the truth.
I contrast this case with the Elm Guest House List and the V.I.P. Paedophile Ring.
I go on to discuss the failed libel action the actor Noel Clarke brought against The Guardian. I say he played Dr Who; he actually appeared in “Dr Who” but it was another black actor who played The Doctor. Whatever, this piece of mischief making by “The Guardian” has all the hallmarks of a ...
Specifically about prostitute Virginia Roberts.
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Running to a full hour and forty minutes, this interview with Social Crediter V.R. Hadkins was recorded at his home in Totley, Sheffield, on Wednesday December 8, 1982. Eleven years later to the day, I would be held in contempt of Parliament for an entirely different reason, but that’s another story.
When I first began taking a big interest in politics, I was lucky enough to read three important publications: Muhammad Nejatullah Siddiqui’s Banking Without Interest; The Money Trick by the Institute Of Economic Democracy; and The Programme Of The NSDAP. I believe I read the latter first; I picked up a secondhand copy of Professor Siddiqui’s book as a result of this, as far as I can recall.
I read many other publications at the time, indeed I devoured them. Best not to mention Mein Kampf, but the works of C.H. Douglas I found and still find inspirational, if at times somewhat difficult to read.
Douglas died in 1952, and if he hasn’t been written out of history entirely, it is only to the extent that he is held up as a ...
This op-ed was first published September 21, 2011.
April 21, 1896: The Aetiology Of Hysteria is published by Sigmund Freud.
Yes, it was published in German originally. As will be seen from the English text, the actual date of his address to the Verein für Psychiatrie und Neurologie isn’t 100% certain, but I’m going with April 21.
Although the reader may find this paper heavy going, even irrelevant, it is, in my humble opinion, incredibly important when it comes to false rape allegations of any historicity. If you don’t want to or can’t read it all, jump to page 203:
“I therefore put forward the thesis that at the bottom of every case of hysteria there are one or more occurrences of premature sexual experience, occurrences which belong to the earliest years of childhood but which can be reproduced through the work of psycho-analysis in spite of the intervening decades.”
The bottom line is that Freud believed women who were not right in the head were that way because they had been sexually abused when they were very young. This view, ...
The truth about the notorious Elm Guest House list, a worthless document. This article was actually published November 2 (London time) not as shown at the top of the page.
