more intellectual comment from the peanut gallery ... my apologies for them.

The game giveth and it taketh away. There seems to be a vein of reality, that if you ask for or attune to it, it will deliver a purposeful agenda, such as, for example, replacing one’s value system that overvalues your chip feats and undervalues your actual human worth (this a classic addiction) by delivering just the results, however statistically unlikely it needs to be, to do the job. Pause.

Since the deck is part of the universe and “reality” is just a quantum apparition anyway, there’s really no problem with this hypothesis in terms of physics or metaphysics. Indeed, when we are forced to choose between trillions-to-one randomness or this “quantum agenda” as possible explanations, the latter is more reasonable. He who forgets the nature of the universe when handicapping its goings on, opting instead for oversimplified perception-based assumptions, is not on a very good track to understanding anything, except that is, as a shortcut to approximating what might happen, i.e. generic statistical likelihoods. That’s not my tack here.

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A wall of text consists of many lines of text that resemble a wall. A wall of text can sometimes be really big or somewhat small. Most walls of text lack grammar so they are not as appealing to read while other walls of text do contain grammar so they are actually easy to read but not as long as if you were to put a bunch of random characters or words. A wall of text might be made out of word bricks which kind of makes sense if you think of each word as a brick but that would be a tall and narrow wall unless you expand it in which case it will be a large wall in general. Most places do not allow walls of text because they count as spam and could get you banned or kicked or muted and will prevent you from posting other walls of text. Some places allow walls of text but that would be weird and probably doesn't exist. If such a platform did exist for creating walls of text and publishing them for viewers then it is probably not popular otherwise I would have seen it by now. You should refrain from posting walls of text because of the reason I stated up there that said that you could get muted for spam and another reason being that it might get a lot of dislikes or even flagged for spam. If you get flagged for spam then you will no longer be able to post walls of text which is pretty reasonable but I think people should be able to express themselves but probably not through walls of text unless you want to. I have come across a few walls of text and some of them are funny but some of them are short and there are rarely any long walls of text. Maybe walls of text were created by early internet users to troll others but that would be extremely slow because you get like a byte per second download and like a bit per second upload or something like that idk I didn't live with dial up so i wouldn't know about the internet speeds but they are probably accurate even though i should fact check that. People who create walls of text probably have a lot of time on their hands or are really boring or both and they might have very long attentions spans or maybe they are entertained by creating a wall of text because it lets them be creative with what they say. My favorite wall of text is titled "regarding walls of text" and it is a fun read because it keeps the user engaged but I don't think it is a wall of text probably more like a narration or documentary through words. Though some walls of text are large, some can be small but equally as annoying. Sometimes small walls of text are considered copy pasta because you can copy it and paste it to insert a copy of that wall of text or copy pasta. Walls of text can also be copied and pasted but what normal person would copy it? That's like copying abnormal copy pasta in a formal setting. Just imagine Jim peaking at your screen that contains a copy pasta while you're supposed to be focusing on the meeting. How would he feel? How would you feel if the roles were switched? Those questions are of course rhetorical but it's good to consider them.

Pardon me sir, but can you not see the grave error you have made in replying to this post? I am but a trickster; a proverbial charlatan whose only purpose is to obtain a negative reaction from you. I took you for an intelligent man prior to this incident, but now I see that you're nothing more than a fool, to be so easily deceived by this insidious ploy. Perhaps this was a mere lapse in judgment on your part, but regardless I find it a moral imperative to set things right and inform you of the Machiavellian scheme that you fell victim to. Weaker minds will inevitably conclude that this was nothing more than a heated verbal exchange, but what if I were to inform you that I had no intention of having a civil discussion with you? My speech was just a means to an end, a brilliant subterfuge that was executed flawlessly, causing you to react with such anger and vitriol. It is a Faustian endeavor for a sense of power; an act of cunning where I hide in the lowest echelons of the internet to mire the normal functioning of an otherwise thriving community and make fools like yourself dance for my amusement. Perhaps someday, you will learn to recognize the idiosyncratic patterns used by people like myself and avoid falling for these underhanded tricks, but until then, I will look down on you with pity and bemused contempt. I've lied to you... a heinous and dishonest act, yes, but I did so with purpose. My goal, friend, was to get you to respond as though it were the God's honest truth. By doing so, I planed, successfully to put you in a bad mood... but why? Haha! That's the beauty of it. The purpose of my doing so was that it amuses me! It's a unique way of gaining a laughter at another's expense, I call it, Humorous Deception. And I'm afraid you've fallen prey to it! Yes, its true. You're not quite as quick-witted as you may think you are. Even now I'm laughing at you for the way you've lagged in catching on to my scheme, and others may very well have joined in my fun. you've been duped, sir, and its made you look quite the fool.

You bastard. You vulgar little maggot. You worthless bag of filth. As they say in Texas... I’ll bet you couldn’t pour piss out of a boot with instructions on the heel. You are a canker. A sore that won’t go away. I would rather kiss a dick than be seen with you.

You’re a putrescent mass, a walking vomit. You are a spineless little worm deserving nothing but the profoundest contempt. You are an *******, a cad, a weasel, a pissworm. Your life is a monument to stupidity. You are a stench, a revulsion, a big suck on a sour lemon.

You are a bleating foal, a curdled staggering mutant dwarf smeared richly with the effluvia and offal accompanying your alleged birth into this world. An insensate, blinking calf, meaningful to nobody, abandoned by the puke-drooling, giggling beasts who sired you and then killed themselves in recognition of what they had done.

I will never get over the embarrassment of belonging to the same species as you. You are a monster, an ogre, a malformation. I barf at the very thought of you. You have all the appeal of a paper cut. Lepers avoid you. You are vile, worthless, less than nothing. You are a weed, a fungus, the dregs of this earth. And did I mention you smell?

Try to edit your responses of unnecessary material before attempting to impress us with your insight. The evidence that you are a nincompoop will still be available to readers, but they will be able to access it more rapidly.

You snail-skulled little rabbit. Would that a hawk pick you up, drive its beak into your brain, and upon finding it rancid set you loose to fly briefly before spattering the ocean rocks with the frothy pink shame of your ignoble blood. May you choke on the queasy, convulsing nausea of your own trite, foolish beliefs.

You are weary, stale, flat and unprofitable. You are grimy, squalid, nasty and profane. You are foul and disgusting. You’re a fool, an ignoramus. Monkeys look down on you. Even sheep won’t have sex with you. You are unreservedly pathetic, starved for attention, and lost in a land that reality forgot.

And what meaning do you expect your delusional self-important statements of unknowing, inexperienced opinion to have with us? What fantasy do you hold that you would believe that your tiny-fisted tantrums would have more weight than that of a leprous desert rat, spinning rabidly in a circle, waiting for the bite of the snake?

You are a waste of flesh. You have no rhythm. You are ridiculous and obnoxious. You are the moral[size] equivalent of a leech. You are a living emptiness, a meaningless void. You are sour and senile. You are a disease, you puerile one-handed slack-jawed drooling meat slapper.

On a good day you’re a half-wit. You remind me of drool. You are deficient

in all that lends character. You have the personality of wallpaper. You are dank and filthy. You are asinine and benighted. You are the source of all unpleasantness. You spread misery and sorrow wherever you go.You smarmy lager lout git. You bloody woofter sod. Bugger off, pillock. You grotty wanking oink artless base-court apple-john. You clouted boggish foot-licking twit. You dankish clack-dish plonker. You gormless crook-pated tosser. You churlish boil-brained clotpole ponce. You cockered bum-bailey poofter. You craven dewberry pisshead cockup pratting naff. You gob-kissing gleeking flap-mouthed coxcomb. You dread-bolted fobbing beef-witted clapper-clawed flirt-gill.I cannot believe how incredibly stupid you are. I mean rock-hard stupid.

Dehydrated-rock-hard stupid. Stupid so stupid that it goes way beyond the stupid we know into a whole different dimension of stupid. You are trans-stupid stupid. Meta-stupid. Stupid collapsed on itself so far that even the neutrons have collapsed. Stupid gotten so dense that no intellect can escape. Singularity stupid. Blazing hot mid-day sun on Mercury stupid.

You emit more stupid in one second than our entire galaxy emits in a year. Quasar stupid. Your writing has to be a troll. Nothing in our universe can really be this stupid. Perhaps this is some primordial fragment from the original big bang of stupid. Some pure essence of a stupid so uncontaminated by anything else as to be beyond

the laws of physics that we know. I’m sorry. I can’t go on. This is an epiphany of stupid for me. After this, you may not hear from me again for a while. I don’t have enough strength left to deride your ignorant questions and half baked comments about unimportant trivia, or any of the rest of this drivel. Duh.The only thing worse than your logic is your manners. I have snipped away most of what you wrote, because, well... it didn’t really say anything. Your attempt at constructing a creative flame was pitiful. I mean, really, stringing together a bunch of insults among a load of babbling was hardly effective... Maybe later in life, after you have learned to read, write, spell, and count, you will have more success.

True, these are rudimentary skills that many of us ”normal” people take for granted that everyone has an easy time of mastering. But we sometimes forget that there are ”challenged” persons in this world who find these things more difficult. If I had known that this was your case then I would have never read your post. It just wouldn’t have been ”right”. Sort of like parking in a handicap space. I wish you the best of luck in the emotional, and social struggles that seem to be placing such a demand on you.

P.S.:

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mind-numbing, arassive, poisonous, flagrant, self-destructive, abusive, socially-******ed, puerile, clueless, and generally NOT GOOD.

hai

I always found that if I am gonna lose big, it's gonna be fast and upfront within the hour. In fact I always liked it that way, I'd rather go busto in an hour before it spoils my mood for the day than battle it out all night and go home empty handed. Pretty sure I always knew why though; having no experience with my opponents I simply had no adjustments for them. Sure aces up should be easy to play vs anybody but my quick allin bad beats were always against total rando's. In fact it's the long sessions that start off slow where I get time to learn opponent tendencies over the span of 4 hours before things really start coming together. Too much EV lost when you dont know enemy betting lines. While you may double up just fine flopping a set, it's knowing that you can 3bet this guy with 76s and felt him when you hit that really makes for some rungood sessions.

FYP

Obscenity of obscenities ... another utterly card dead session. I have a player drawing at a 4 off-suit in a PLO hand. It comes a 4 off-suit. I have a player drawing at an 3 outer ace. It comes an ace. I have two players drawing at 4-outers. They both come. The thing is it is so rare to get players drawing this light in PLO, and then to call and hit it is just, yup, obscene. I sit in a hold'em game for hours showing the guy next to me a deuce in virtually every deal, one playable hand on its own merit for the whole session. 3 years, 3 months and 6 days of it ... the coldest player in the world. I'll bet on it. Get a lie detector and we'll keep it friendly: 10K bet. Opponents with 1, 2 and 3 outers instead of winning 10% win 90%. Over. I still have some black chips and a bunch of free meals from there, but I'm done. I think maybe I was just lucky for decades and this is the evening out run. Connection with the flop in PLO is running at near 0%. For 3 years+. It's what I said. The game giveth and taketh away ... and it also delivers an exceedingly wise agenda re things far more important than chip feats ... if one tunes in.

Nice strategy, sir.

What do you mean, "even"?

Didn't mean to offend you Mr. Sheep
Please consider my deepest apologies.

Thanks, I wish someone would say that for my poker strategy

So, you know that one or two percent of sessions where everything goes wrong, where you can count on the worst card possible coming in all key situations, and the whole session is just you have no possible win. Well, I have that pegged at about 1 or 2 % over the decades, not sure about that stat, just an educated guess. Well, what happened here is 90 percent of sessions were like that over a 250 session sample (over 3 years). I would not have thought it something you would run into realistically.

The other night I went one more buyin than usual after a session of exactly that, all hands lose, all runouts are death. So the first hand on the extra buy in I'm heads up with the raiser, PLO, I flop the second nut straight, a flush draw, and a straight flush draw. I check raise, he raises, we get in. The context is 3 years+ of death run. The guy turns over the four perfect cards to give me no win in the hand. Very, very very strange.

During the whole streak - and I certainly had historic streaks the other way - there's been the odd phenomenon of the player next to me being not just on a heater, but on an insane once in 10 year or so heater. Three years now. Again last night, at all five tables the player on my immediate left was white hot. The first table, hold'em, player to the left played all 22 hands to the river til I left. Had something almost every time. I could never beat two deuces of never had any draw. So I move up and the guy to my left again, every single pot he raises and mixes it up. Except for one. I look at K-K utg. 7 min calls and a player comments, "that's the first pot not raised at this table in hours." No remotely playable hand the next 3 hours. None.

So getting weeded out in today's insane climate is certainly a reality for most, especially old school guys. But I am quite shocked that it is like this, with an epic run of hands that defies all probability (except for one). I'm a, was always, a semi-pro recreational player. Pros now get 3, 2 or even 1 out on me and they are winning 90% of the time, spectacular, I get near 20 outs and two deuces beats the bust out draw thousands of times, at 90 % rate. For THREE YEARS. I think I have heard of players talking about such runs, maybe seen glimpses of it happening to them. It's way over trillions-to-one odds yet happened. No problem. Tilts me as I'm looking at it, but that's just while at the table. Afterward, it seems very wise and tailored even. It happened. Seeing it was a thousand times more bizarre than I can describe. I'm no longer a poker player.

Just another card trick from last night. My last brush with bad beat ... had six of them lately ... I lose 83% of them, none quite qualify. I have 6-8 of hearts. Flop is 4h-5h-7c. Nuts. Someone is getting ready to make a straight flush in hearts. But it's not me. Turn is 2h. Dude makes steel wheel. Dude has trip sevens. Remarkable. If it comes the 7h, I have straight flush and beat the steel wheel and quads. Amazing to see these freak hands, always ending in AMC gone. I became the cooler center of the universe for a 250 session sample. At one hundred times expectations and it wouldn't stop. Indeed didn't stop last night, my last serious session anyway. Maybe not for life, but for a long time. I've quit in my head. Can't fight it. The whole thing I used chip feats for in my head needed fixing, so the universe delivered. Beautiful, in a way, if tortuous.

Another card trick from last night. The guy that beat my quad nines, jack high diamond straight flush on the river, a few weeks ago, mentioned something about it ... you getting any quads beat lately I hope not, he said. Friendly. As he said it, they flopped 9d-9c-8d. Turn ace. This is the second time the quad nine beat was brought up days later, each time as they brought it up, the board reproduced the quad nines nuts with jack-high diamond straight flush possible as we discussed it. Seems a little unlikely, I don't know how many tens of thousands to one. So I say jack of diamonds on river and then this hand we are talking about has reproduced itself again. It didn't come. Came the third 9 on the river and an ace each split the pot. I'm in a vein of the weirdest thing the game has ever shown and it makes perfect sense.

Sorry OP, my cat ran over my keyboard.
Hope you're okay <3
Love your posts