The pain – the Boston Marathon

Too hurtful to even think about. Is there a message hidden somewhere in killing or maiming people and destroying the lives of those left behind?  I can’t find one. My heart and thoughts feel a kinship with the effect of 911.

I live with my head buried deep in the sand and I like it that way.  When I surface for a moment to find mankind destroying the world, I try to dig back deeper into the dark refuge.

I just happened to be at Carls Jr. for a low carb burger and catch the news in their dining area yesterday. I had a hard time fighting back the emotion of watching the initial footage. I don’t have a satellite dish or any news available on TV and if not for food while out doing some shopping, I might have missed knowing about it until today when I hit Facebook.

The U.S. is under attack and every place is vulnerable to destruction by people who hate and seek control. We hand out cash and supplies to every country in need in the world, yet we can’t take care of our own.

Of course we work our asses off just to survive, help other countries financially,  give up our space and freedoms, and bury our soldiers that die fighting other country’s battles, so they – in turn – can kill us and hate us.

Color me sad and disgusted.

About Linda R. Geenen

The easiest way to begin is to start at the beginning. But where is that? At what point does one suddenly decide they are going to spend the rest of their life involved in the intricate art of the dance? What is the art of the dance? A game about people - played with a deck of cards. Poker! I stepped into the poker world in 1980 in Missoula, Montana. I didn't know anything about poker, couldn't tell you what the difference was between a bet and raise, or if a straight beat a flush. I had three boys to feed, needed a job and a dealing spot was open in one of the local bars. I played my first hand of poker in a 5 Card Stud game (with the help of one of my bosses) and that was it! I was hooked. I lived, breathed, slept, dreamed, ate, and talked poker. I eventually ran my own games (licensed by the County) in several different bars in Missoula, and at one point, managed the games in the bar where I started my first dealing job. In 1987 I traveled from Montana to Nevada to deal major poker tournaments, returning to Montana at the end of each one. In 1989, I opened The Mirage – along with 6,400 other people. In 1993, I moved to Gulfport, Mississippi, and opened Grand Casinos Poker Room, returning a year later to Las Vegas and The Mirage. In 1998 I opened Bellagio - along with over 9,000 other employees. In 2003, I dealt the final table of the Aruba Ultimate Bet Poker Classic event. Hey…I’m on TV! I had the privilege of being chosen as the dealer in the Howard Lederer videos that have been released on No Limit Holdem. I play poker on a regular basis and I deal to every name brand player that is still above ground and breathing air, the elite, the freaks, the ne’er do wells, the rich, the poor, the illiterate, the educated, the beautiful, the ugly, the superstitious, the rational, the sane, and the insane. Perhaps I am the one that is insane but if I am, I fit right into the game plan. Five nights a week I walk into the greatest, social melting pot known to mankind. I no longer dream about it but the art of the dance is prevalent in everything I do - see you there!
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3 Responses to The pain – the Boston Marathon

  1. Ten Mile says:

    Hateful folks out there for certain, Linda. Paying them off is not the way. Neither, it seems, is killing them off. Reminds me of some of the non-workers here in the village. If you are perceived to have a dollar more, you’re a target.

    Humans. Nature. Sadness.

  2. KenP says:

    General Curtis Lemay said, “Bomb them back into the stone age.” That is hard when they are already there.

    Our aid programs have been more a bribe than a help to the people. We made a lot of people rich and haven’t stopped the suffering. There are so many small charities that have brought fresh water and such that really improved living. I have a modest Kiva account that does micro-loans to let people build their own leg up. Truth be told what has government solved with all that money. Even our own hate the controls government places on our own.

    Hatred is more easily found than love. And we can’t prove that wrong if our solution is always war. Obama’s only change was rhetorical.

  3. I’ve read about Kiva, and heard about it from others that participate. It sounds like a great program and worth funding. Agreed that we are not helping anyone – or ourselves – with the approach the way it is now. I wonder if there’s enough time and resources left on the planet to ever turn it around…I hate confrontation and war whether it’s on a level of all-out destruction or on a small scale with people I know. Let’s always hope for peace on earth and that it happens in our lifetime.

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