Thou Shall Not Gamble – The Hell I Won’t

Blast them all and send them both to purgatory. (Wherever that is.) Who are they to tell me whether I can gamble or not. Like I don’t have rights too. Calm down and take a deep breath. O.k. let me explain myself.

I have just finished chasing off a couple of religious Joe’s trying to peddle me some form of salvation. Sorry folks but I just don’t need saving. Not yet at any rate. คาสิโน

Anyway they had several brochures nicely printed up with the usual “Jesus saves the world” and “God is good” headlines. No problem there. I’m all for Jesus and God. The problem started when they started asking me questions.

The first one was, did I drink. Nope. No problem there. I was fidgeting trying politely to get the door closed when they asked the big one.

You know what it was don’t you. Yeah. The second one was, did I gamble. And Oh yeah you guessed it, I said yes. Big mistake.

Big mouth open and foot right in. Talk about opening up a can of worms. It was more like opening up a bag to find it contained a hornet’s nest. Well I thought I was going to have to call the United Nations to come and rescue me. They cornered me at my front door, one of them pulling a daring flanking manoeuvre to prevent me getting back inside.

They did everything short of wrestle me to the ground to try to convince me that gambling was wrong and that I needed to see the error of my ways. I think I know now how the boys of Easy Company felt at Bastogne, surrounded, no ammunition and worst of all no place to hide. (Thankfully it wasn’t that cold, one small mercy I guess)

Finally I prevailed by dint of a deft manoeuvre that pulled them out of position allowing me finally to step back into the safety of my own home and not so gently close the door. (I’ll probably have to fix those hinges in the morning.)

Now, don’t get me wrong. I have nothing against religion or people who are anti drink or anti gambling. I just don’t like their attitude sometimes. Each and every man and woman who gambles does so with the knowledge that they could lose. Most of us know the odds are against us.

That is why so many of us use horse racing betting systems in an attempt to beat the system. Some of us are lucky enough to succeed while others are not. I truly believe that it comes down to our personality and work ethic.

They get their odds, they make their decision and then they await the result. Sometimes they are happy, other times they are sad. But it was their decision to make, regardless of the outcome.
I welcome dialogue and I truly believe that intervention is necessary in many cases where the person involved suffers from a definite case of Ludomania or Problem Gambling.

In this instance the urge to gamble becomes detrimental to the health and well being of the person involved. All too often this problem gambling also affects the lives of other people as well. Many families have suffered terribly emotionally and financially as a result of problem gambling. This is most definitely something that no family should have to suffer.

But banning gambling or harassing people on their doorstep is not the answer. There are millions of sensible men and women who enjoy gambling either as a recreational hobby or as a holiday diversion. With no ill effects and no disruption of their lives.

What would happen if you drove gambling underground? It does not bear thinking about. Black market betting shops. It would be a reversion back to a bygone era that we have left behind.

The question we do need to ask ourselves though is this:

Is gambling itself the problem or are we humans too weak minded to pursue this hobby without incurring an adverse reaction?

The answer is different for each and every one of us. I myself can walk away from gambling for weeks or months at a time without any effect on my emotional well being. If I never had another bet in my life it would not bother me.

 

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