Gambling, Part II, or sometimes a cigar is just a cigar

I will never deny that actions have consequences, and that these consequences can be metaphors for existential truths.  Sometimes, however, gambling is just a schmuck sitting at a machine with a stupid look developing on his face when he realizes that the $530.00 he won twenty minutes ago has been sucked back, $2.50 at a time, into the casino workers’ pension program.

Yes, sometimes, you need to change slot machines.  Yes, sometimes, you lose.  Sometimes one needs not to go to the casino but to the state park and count the birds.

Damned machines are rigged!

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