Folks, check out this email I just received from an excellent buddy whom I used to admire for his dedication and commitment to gambling, especially over the Internet from the comfort (and safety) of his home with his wife and kids (someday, if he ever gets lucky):
“Well, hello all, and welcome, once again, to Rob’s Summer Adventure Stories! For those of you who don’t know, I’ve decided once again, to take Marc’s and Zev’s advice from last year, and continue journeying to points abroad, that don’t involve Las Vegas as a final stop. Last year, it was Israel and Turkey (not one damn casino, and they call themselves “countries…” pffffft), and this year, it’s England, Scotland, Norway, and hopefully Denmark, and The Netherlands. You see, this way, instead of pissing my money away gambling, I can piss it away drinking, smoking drugs, and hanging out with prostitutes and other fine, upstanding, citizens!”
Before he started traveling, Rob was admired by his community, was teaching high school physics and astronomy, and even led the school’s band. Until his travel problem, he was one of those guys you would never (ever) expect to go off on a deadly shooting spree. The problem is not that the travel industry is so bad. It isn’t. In fact, I’ll be the first one to admit that, beyond all the unscheduled plane crashes and cannibals posing as tour guides, touring the world’s hot spots can indeed be nearly as exciting as waiting for your lost suitcases to never come barreling down the baggage carousel. But why gamble with your luggage when you can be playing games at online casinos, such as roulette, craps, blackjack, and slots?