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March 14, 2010

i’ve been playing no limit hold ’em for five years. regrettably, i’ve yet to try, or learn, any other version of the game. one day … maybe. i play at local casinos 2-3 days per week and there’s the local group of players who meet up for our weekly tournament on sunday. during my first year as a player, the clubhouse in which we were playing was robbed at gunpoint. some son of a bitch punks (two whites, two blacks and one latino) burst in and got away with a significant amount of money. they’ve yet to be caught and face justice. i’m not sure i’m fine with that last fact, but i do know they’ll have to answer to God before they’re banished to hell.

for the past few months i’ve played on i thought their business model, wherein i pay a set fee each month to play an unlimited number of games, was a good one. (before i continue, it should be noted i also play on ultimatebet, pokerstars, and fulltiltpoker.) on spadeclub, and the other poker portals, i’ve made good money, made some “friends” and always kept in mind that web-based poker isn’t “real” poker. in my humble opinion, the only true flavor of poker is the live cash game. live cash games reveal the true player; there’s no hiding behind a keyboard. there’s also very little of the ridiculously river’d bad beats one witnesses during online play; yes, a bad beat goes down in live cash games, but it’s not as ubiquitous compared to what i’ve seen online. the live cash game can also be witness to the sadness of watching someone trying desperately to win their rent for the month. as for me, i’ve lived my relatively young life to ensure i’m in a very good financial position. truth be told, i’m set for life. i’ve invested in real estate (7 properties) and bars (3) and other things to ensure i’ve got a steady stream of income so that i don’t have to work each month. i haven’t drawn a corporate paycheck in more than a decade, and that’s the way it will remain until i die.

let’s get back to spadeclub. i’ve decided to end my membership at the end of this month. i’ve grown tired of my As getting cracked. (statistic: the last 7 times i’ve had As, they’ve all been cracked on the river. that shit doesn’t occur in real life.) i’ve grown tired of the near constant emoticons flashing across the screen while i’m playing. i’ve grown tired of the filthy language and mean-spirited players. i’ve grown tired of being frequently disconnected from their site, and seeing a message flash across the screen that the tournament has been canceled due to technical problems. get your shit together, spadeclub. you’ve been in business for years and i shouldn’t be witness to this level of technical problems. indeed, i have grown tired of the online game. if i were named durrrr or isildur1, maybe, just maybe, i’d have a different take on the online game. then again, maybe not! i’m not going to put millions of dollars into a web-based portal. that will never happen. i will, and have, put significant amounts of cash on the line in a cash game. never online.

good spadeclub. it’s been … fun.


poker cures all my ills

March 2, 2010

when i’m down and troubled and need a helping hand (thanks, james), it’s no limit hold ’em to the rescue. is there anything better than bluffing someone so well they wonder why they got out of bed this morning? poker is mysterious and evil and exhausting … and i love every minute of it. i dig the pure psychology of the game, as well as studying my opponents and how they play. is he having a bad day? i know she plays poorly when she’s hungry. is that dude in seat 3 a real player, or is he fakin’ it until he makes it? so much schtuff goes into the game, and it’s a never ending learning experience. i know that when i take my seat i’ve got to concentrate fully on my game; anything less is detrimental to my game and a boon to my opponents. poker is a blessing in disguise and a money maker i’ll play for all it’s worth until it’s time for me to meet my Maker.

guns and random thoughts

March 2, 2010

i am a gun owner. i am a member of the nra. i’ve recently purchased a new handgun because i’m very concerned about where my country is heading, and in particular i’m concerned about the state of my tiny town. burglaries are up, as is the number of the locals who are on welfare.

the one-termer named barack hussein obama is a man i’m learning to despise more and more each day. 2012 can’t come soon enough and i’ll be glad when this anti-american is out of office, out of the daily news, out of my life. if you don’t like freedom and capitalism, get the fuck out of my country. i’m sure hugo chavez, medvedev and putin will hold a spot for you.

i love my country, and yet i don’t know how she’s going to look a year from now. i’m hoping and praying for major upsets later this year in the midterm elections. i’m hoping for someone like the brilliant thaddeus mccotter will run for president in 2012. i’m hoping true fiscal conservatives step up and lead this country. a girl can hope and dream … 😉


March 2, 2010

when i imagined my later life when i was a young girl, i never envisioned a cheating husband, couples therapy, and the possibility of divorce. none of that ever entered into my brain.

if you’ve been cheated on, how are you dealing with it? i still don’t know how to deal, and i’m now months into the aftermath of my idiot husband’s actions. i have been betrayed, lied to, cheated on. i don’t feel good about any of this. i took a vow for better or worse, and i don’t know how much more “worse” God is going to throw at me. i don’t deserve any of this, but does that mean i walk away? i don’t know. i’m still lost, desperately lost, and i don’t know what to do.

i don’t understand

September 17, 2009

i have known this woman for most of my adult life. she’s been a friend, a mentor, a compassionate and sometimes “what the fuck are you doing” ear. like me, she doesn’t know how to swim, but man-o-man can we float! she wasn’t upset when i didn’t invite her to our city hall wedding; hers was a similar wedding, which was planned on a monday with the deal done on a friday. physically, we are complete opposites! she’s nearly 6′ and i’m 5’5″. her short, blond, punky (with help) hair has always been that way, while my long (down to my ass) dark brunette hair would remind you of keri russell’s prior to “the cut of the century.” she doesn’t give a shit about politics and i am, well, the crazy conservative cougar who’s never missed a vote.

this woman called me earlier today with the most devastating of news–her husband of so many years has a long-term mistress. (it gets better.) this punk of a man has a child with his mistress. how does she process this? what’s the point of a marriage? what’s wrong with this asshole? i’ve never cheated, nor have i been cheated on; there’s no empathy on my side. the sympathy and rage she can have in spades, but i don’t know how to help her process this, at all. i feel useless and small.

marriage vows are sacred and yes, marriage is hard. but, what the fuck man? can’t you man up if you don’t want to be with her? what kept you there for years, and all the while you’re fucking someone else on the sly? plus, you’ve got a child to whom you can’t be a full-time father. i don’t understand. can someone help me?

on another note (as i tweeted earlier this evening): got any thoughts on revenge?

9/11 phone calls

September 12, 2009

with each occurrence of 9/11 (i despise the word “anniversary” in this case) i grow more and more outraged at the american response to this murderous act. i didn’t lose anyone on that day; nevertheless, i am an american and i am affected.

i want leaders in washington, d.c. who’ll take the fight, the real fight, where it needs to be, and not some punk who bows to saudi kings.

God bless all of the families.

9/11/2001 phone calls

Link: 911.Phone Calls.

america is under attack

September 11, 2009

i’ve let my fingers do the walking on the blogs concerning today’s coverage of the 8th year after 9/11/2001. ed morrissey over at hot air summed up my feelings the best in an article he posted early this morning:

Project 2996: Remembering the lost of 9/11

The horror of each individual loss would likely overwhelm us if we thought about it all of the time, if we think about the deaths each of them endured, simply because they lived in America and murderous nutcases hated them for it. (note: i added the bolding to murderous nutcases to draw emphasis to this most important of phrases.)

well said, mr. morrissey, well said.

i truly believe the broadcasters should show the coverage from 9/11/2001 every 9/11 from 2002 into eternity. people forget about this tragedy and some only seem to remember every occurrence of 9/11. i didn’t lose anyone on that day, nor do i know any of the folks who lost their lives, and yet, i continue to feel rage nearly every day i draw a breath. those men, women and children who lost their lives had no chance to defend themselves. they had no chance of survival. the “murderous nutcases” struck my country, and all i want to do is rage. i wish i were a billionaire. wanna know what i’d do with the money? i’d hire a team of at least 1,000 snipers and mercenaries and send them all into the tribal regions. i’d offer a $10,000,000,000.00 bounty to the person(s) who’d bring me osama bin laden alive. all of the snipers on my team, and their families into the generations, would live tax free for eternity. i’d invite rudy giuliani over to my home, and together we’d torture that radical muslim scumbag son of a bitch, with everything televised live on television. any of the victims’ families who either wanted to watch the torture live, or even better participate, would have an open invitation to do so.

i am not an evil woman by nature. however, like the title says i am a crazy conservative cougar, and part of me will never fully understand america’s response to the murder of so many of our citizens. we know who did this. we know who did this. on 9/12/2001, we should have decimated all things radical muslim. we should have profiled every fucking arab-looking person on a bus, train or plane, and tell them to get the mother fuck out of my country. get out. i’ll let you back in only when you prove you’re a legal american citizen, and once i know you’re down with america and all she stands for, and that you’re not fronting. you don’t like capitalism and freedom and God and christianity and catholicism and free speech and the u.s. constitution and women in pants? get the fuck out, you heinous and evil mother fuckers.

what do you do when you’re attacked? you fight back at the source of the attack, correct? of course it’s correct. then why in the hell did we invade iraq? is it because the bushes have friends in the saudi family? did the president not have the fucking balls to do what was really necessary? if someone hits you, you don’t fight back on that person’s cousin. you strike at the source. i understand that. why didn’t bush?

on this most solemn of days, i’ll say a prayer for all of the families affected by the murderer osama bin laden. if there truly is a literal hell, i know satan will welcome him with open arms.