So I jumped on board with the PPA and sent the letters to my senators and representatives. Here is what Kay Bailey Hutchinson wrote back as well as my response to her website.

 

   Dear Friend:

Thank you for contacting me regarding gambling on the Internet. I welcome your thoughts and comments on this issue.

On October 13, 2006, former President Bush signed into law the SAFE Port Act, Public Law 109-347, which includes a provision that prohibits gambling businesses from accepting checks, credit cards, and electronic transfers in connection with illegal Internet gambling. I voted for the comprehensive SAFE Port Act, which contains many other provisions that will protect the safety and security of our country, including an amendment I introduced that adds 1,000 new Customs and Border Protection agents.

I appreciate hearing from you and hope you will not hesitate to keep in touch on any issue of concern to you.

Sincerely,
Kay Bailey Hutchison
United States Senator

 

   Whish I in turn responded...............

 

 I am disappointed and greatly annoyed by the Republican party. I just wanted to let you know from your response to my e-mail regarding that dreadful and despicable piece of legislation the UIGEA act that I will not be supporting you for Governor or any future office.

That Safe Port Act was a joke. I can't find a party to represent me so I will cast my vote for what ever ridiculous alternative name that shows on the ballot.

I don't feel very much like an American anymore. That being said I will not act like a Baldwin and threaten to move to France. I'll just wait until you people completely lose the entire country and see what comes out of the chaos.

Get those troops out of every country they are stationed in. They aren't fighting for freedom and independence anymore.

              Hello all, I don't ever bitch about bad beats, and I'm not doing it now.... It was an honer to lose with Quad kings...

              Was in a live Tourney $30 buyin, 200 players. Was the th or 7th hand. I get QK suited on the button -1.

              Was folded to me and I raise 3x the BB. Button Reraises, I Call.

              Flop- KKK

              No kidding, couldnt have asked for a better flop. I check.

              Button Pushes

              I call

              He flips over Aces

              Turn Ace

               River ............. wait for it, wait for it.......................     A

I just lost with Quad Kings to Quad Aces.....

 All I can say is WOW

How great it must be to be so smart. You can push a few buttons and change a charity site that helps people to a sadistic link to child porn that uploads a trojan that allows you to steal identity of a kindly naive old blue hair. You use her info to make purchases of the latest star trek must have or a light saber with sound effects.

With all that talent to do what it is that you burnt nosed scrotums possess, why wouldn't you spend more time creating? You hack into and destroy the things that you envy. Is it because some ahole jock stuffed your wormy little ass into a locker in grade school? Is it because you froze up when you asked Polly Pink Panties if she'd like to ride the nerdmobile? She would have done it. Don't underestimate what women like. They are kinkier than anything any man ever thought of. Do you do it to show the other nerd down the street that you are just that much better than he is?

Seriously dork why do you do what you do? Does it make that gnarly little critter in your lap tingle when you sneak into a secured govt site? Did it disappoint you when you discovered that Area 51 was actually just an air base? Does it bother you that you could be more than you are socially if you'd just say hello instead of turlting in shameful remorse masturbating to she-male monthly?

Stop screwing people over for your own tiny little laugh. What did you accomplish crashing a chat room if no one knew you did it? You laugh alone as you will be alone. Nobody likes a vigilante dork trying to usurp all things with his dirty unshaven face sitting on a sweat stank couch at his parent's house with a slurr so overwhelming it shows up in his text messages.

Just use that degree and that brain to make a decent paycheck. Buy a nice outfit and a hooker. When you finally bust a (nut not by your own hand )you will discover that the world isn't against you. It just wants you to bath more than once a week, stop being a turd, and just come join the party

.......

My drought finally came to an end last night. I was steaming a little bit from again making a final table in 2 tourneys and walking away with bupkiss. This was something like 12 tourneys in a row with similar results where I either was the bubble or a few spots from it.
To add more urine to my game I had a less than stellar OFC weekend. First forgetting the free roll due to my inability to walk away from bikini clad ladies at the swimming pool whilst swilling iced brews like I just stumbled onto the only Oasis in the Sahara 5 minutes before I dried up crispier than a Catholic Jesus wafer.  Then secondly running so card dead in the buy in my face cards (when they showed) were skeletons and my kickers a robe and a sickle.

So in a wee bit of a bitchy mood I throw my last $4.40 into a bounty tourney at UB. Collected 18 bounties and finished 1st. Took $250 from that and sat 10 orbits of $1/$2 nlhe and picked up another $150.
Ahhh....that felt better than a "massage" at the Yellow Rose Asian Modeling Studio.

Inevitably the time was due. All good things must and do come to an end, and this was my time to say goodbye to '09 Vegas.

Of course that last bit of exercise and probably a few of those last drops of alcoholic beverage forced me to sleep a couple hours longer than originally planned. In a rushed panic mode I jump up take a quick shower and run a bristle or two over the chompers.

Oh crap what have I done. Am I stranded in the city of dreams and nightmares to come? I rush down and turn in my key. No extra expenses as I avoided long distance phone calls and the temptation of adult movies was never a necessity as I managed to land a few guppies whilst wading through the pond of free will. I run across the avenue and discover that I am not stranded, but had incurred a new fee for changing my itinerary.

Of course not using any sort of educated , common, or just "do I have any at all' sense I reserved my trip home on a greyhound. What a forkin bad idea. Do not I repeat do not ever do this unless it is the only way to get from point A to B where walking across a desert would be sure death. By walking you would make it in the same amount of time though. By riding greyhound you will have wished you had challenged the desert. I just thought It'd be a good idea to spend the ride home on the slow and look out amongst the countryside while getting some rest after what I knew was going to be an eventful weekend. I was wrong. Had I taken a train I'd spent a little bit more and had a much better experience. Hindsight is 20/20 they say.

Anyhow, the next rolling bucket of crap doesn't leave for another 9 hours so here I was as I had arrived. A bag in hand and no place to check in. I pop over to Binion's with the extra scratch from last night's brief craps game. I see they have a small field gathering for an early $55 buy in nlhe turbo tourney. I say f' it and register. Right off the bat I notice the players are softer than a silk pillow stuffed with Charmin. I'm card dead, but as i said the soft table allowed me to pull off several bluffs so my stack was increasing. The tables widdled from 6 to 4 with some quickness. My table started avoiding action with me all together after one player looked me up only to see my AK put the stamp on their AJ. there was one cardrack I swear almost looked like Jamie Gold as he hit aces 4 times in 10 hands.
Joe who won the SP tourney the other night was in the tourney and nursing a short stack. I looked him up with A8 on his last all in trying to improve my stack as the blinds starting cutting into everybody. He has AT and new life. Now I'm hurting and desperate. I manage to win a couple races and stick around as the tables grind down to two. I get a run so bad only Gus Hansen would say I had playable cards. Three orbits later I let it all go blind from the BB with less than 1 bb remaining. The small blind is the only person to bite, but throws some Hollywood in as he says" I gotta look at my cards first". Whatever dick! Of course you're gonna play just end me and let me get on my way. He says call and turns over AK as I look to see I have QJ. Okay not all bad. I hit the flop but the K on the river ends my little turbo game.

I had called upstairs and talked to Onfire who came down to rail for a sec and get her a yogurt parfait type something. I notice I had no juice in the cell phone and DOH forgot the dayamn cable. Pop down to the Walgreen's to see that a cable wasn't available, but at the price of new phone wasn't that great a deal anyways. I buy a whole phone kit with a cable that worked on my phone model, so good bye money from the crap game. Mike and Ang let me use a plug in their room to get some juice into the phone. They start playing phone tag with Marc and are all getting set for the UB party hosted by Phil Hellmuth at Studio 54 in the MGM Grand. Even after the spectacle I made at the Cake party my main mellow jelly Marc scores me a pass to this party. Oh how I should have just done that.

We pile into Mike and Ang's rental and visit the dining lounge at Terrible's Gaming lounge. This place was kind of cool although I think Ang was about to break a foot off in the slot machine for giving her a hard time accepting her code for the free play. There was still time to kill so I join them to go watch some more RIo action and see how our fellow friends were fairing in their respective events. We see the Prez as he takes a couple bruising hits that ruin his tourney in a few short hands after we arrived. He was sitting next to Hellmuth which was pretty cool. Marc and Ang start networking some more and Mikey goes off to converse with the mad genius Mike Caro or was it Sklantzky. I stroll out into the hall and what do I see? Mike "the mouth" Matesow sitting all dejected looking at a table.
I walk over to see what's up and had noticed he was a very approachable guy in the tourney room. "I say hey what's up how's the cards treating you?" like some generic fan hoping he would sign my tit. I like the guy, but I'm not really a fan. I've never really been one to buy the idea of celebrity and treat everybody the same. He says "hey man you want a copy of my book? It's a good one!" to which I reply " It Is?" and peruse the cover of the display. That was all I said. He asks me what my name was " and I say it as I fold the book back and place it on the stand. He starts scribbling my name on the cover page and says "$25 Clinton pay the guy on my left". Say What? I didn't say I wanted the book, and now I feel put on the spot. I reach in the pocket and notice I only had like $14 in cash in my hand. I don't want the book and don't feel like paying a LV atm fee to buy it. I apologize and say I'm embarassed. More for him than myself. I say "surely there's another Clinton around here " ..."he says surely there isn't" smirks grimaces then tears the page out and tosses the book behind him.

At this I can't help but chuckle and walk over to tell Mikey I just pissed Mike Matesow off. We both get a kick out of it, but then it dawns on me. If by chance I do sit at a table with him and am fortunate enough to beat him, I can pull $25 out and say I'll go ahead and take that copy of your book now. Which I will do if given the chance. He was actually a pretty cool cat, but I don't think our personality's would ever allow me and him to be chummy. I avoid drinking anything the whole day as I know it would not be good to try and board with breathe that could inhibriate a room full of Mickies watchin a footy match.

I part ways with the group and just make it to the station in time for that ride. I should have just said to hell with it and stayed for the UB party. I should have enjoyed a few free cocktails. Instead I opted to be responsible and go home. After the road trip from hell including a 6 hour lay over in Amarillo F'n Texas I finally made it home just in time to shower and go to work for 8 hours of regular Joe bullsh*t.

Would I do it all again? Oh hell yeah! Are there gonna be changes for next year? Abso-F'N-lutely! Will i be the same Dub the gang met this year? No! Unfortunately there will be no shackles next time and the knob will turn sharply to the right. I might be nice and leave it at 8, but for those that saw 2 you know that means there's something to see. If it gets to 11 i will be banned from everything.

see you next year bruda.

Day 3 continued:

Okay so where was I, oh yes the Cake party. We all pile up and stop by the RIO to watch some wsop action, network with some pros, and grab some photo ops. That Tiffany Michelle folks...ooooooeeeeyyy the things I could (ahem sorry). That was exciting. Kind of got the blood stirring and motivated a drive to try harder to be a part of it next year. There were so many different accents, languages, and faces it was almost like being at a UN convention.
We pile up again and start off for Cake Poker. To get everybody in a loose state of mind Marc congers up "the dirty license plate game". Where basically you take the letters from the first part of the plate and let the filth of the mind drum up sentences based on those letters. For example Nevada plate MIF * 972 could be "masturbating is fun". You get the idea. When 4 people are just throwing out potty mouth comedy one or two of them work. We got a chuckle out of it, so much so we played it again the next day. Now I'll get to it.

The Cake party- It starts off mild we stop and gather some troupes in the food court at the Palms. As the Sp army marches to it's own beat we strut to the elevators were we are greeted by a bevy of lovelyness. I'm telling you these ladies were so fine the gayest of gay men would rub one out to them even if he hated their taste in shoes. We get our all access bracelets and pile into the elevator. Up we go where we stop we don't know then *ding*. Open doors and welcome to what I can only describe as paradise. This room was so money it had a stack of c-notes next to the toilet to cleanse the extremities. Okay that's an exaggeration because if it did I'd stole those too, but it was uber sweet. The view was awesome, the bathroom was bigger than my hole at the Golden Gate, the fountains, the pool, and ohoooohhhhhh yeah the ladies.
If it wasn't for the sea of poker playing humanity coupled with the fact that my budget in obvious display was limited I'd be like Hugh Hefner up in that joint. Want some motivation to go for the big time just visit one of these rooms. It starts off mild as I had promised to be cool (which is tough for me because as I have stated before and you probably know by now I lack maturity for a 37 yr old. I contain myself limiting the drink and the food intake as I mingle with the room. Of course me being me I mingle with the entire room. I hit on every woman I see of course. Hey I'm not a pretty man so I gotta play a lot of pots before I rake one. My booty game is purely based on numbers.

It isn't too long before the uptightedness of the people wary of all the strangers starts to get to me so I decide it's time to bring it all together. I talk to the DJ lady (she was a lovely bit o' crumpit as well) up tempo the beat and roll by Marc by the pool side sofa (freakin awesome this place). "Look dude I know I promised, but I gotta cut loose a lil bit or I may explode into Dubnastic proportions." He replies "agreed, go with the flow man". From that point on I start pulling people into conversations about everything from lubricants of choice to their favorite color of panty.
Totty and Chum Chum arrive as well as the Rounders radio bunch. Okay let's kick this pig. I open the gullet and start to consume. After a few quick nibbles of en brochette ( a delicate appetizer of shrimp wrapped in bacon then skewered and deep fried) and sliders I switch from Labatt's/Heine's to rum and more rum. I tease everybody to the point of exhaustion until I notice the alcohol starting to settle into a few of the models that partook. The pool was gettin action. Fonzi was strippin down and joining the ladies in the pool and there was no way i was letting some married old buster have all the fun. I dropped trouser bailed the shirt stripped down to the skibbies and hit the water like a seal on a school of mackerel. Oh yes now we are having some naughty fun. Camera flashes start poppin...camcorders are rollin action mode....bare chests are pressed against plexi-glass windows for all of Vegas to envy and people are having a grand time. Well I was for sure.

I did bust my ass though. The floor was granite around the pool. I stepped out after making a spectacle and weeeeeee *boom* busted my ass slipping around like a fish at dry dock. It was cool I didn't get hurt, but heard that someone else fell and did bust open a wound. I hope that dude is okay. The party starts winding down a bit in the wee hours of the am so I hitch a ride with CableGator and the Wife (extremely awesome people I must add) back downtown. They say they are now staying at Binion's after being beaten down by horrendous service at the IP. I hang out with them for a bit, but I think Onfirelucky had had enough of me for one night as she started to feel a little tired. I would argue that she wanted to avoid confrontation as I started picking on everybody on Binions casino floor.

Gator didn't seem to give a pile he just giggled along and then showed me how to get what you want in Vegas. The true OneCrazyBitch retired to their casa and cable sat by a video blackjack table where he turned $20 into $40 into $2 into $40 into $20 and settled on $40 again over the span of about an hour. He was on a decent roll until some spare newlyweds sat down and started playing the game the way Vegas wished everyone would and broke his streak. he still banged out a profit in the end then sat at this wild slot machine and hit again. After pounding several free beers and kickin back getting to be better friends he retires and I head back across Fremont to my roach palace.

I'm not tired and there were still a few people milling around. It was the later part of Sunday and most of them were headed back to their normal drab lives where ever that may reside. I too had that syndrome as I was expecting to leave at a little passed 6am the next day. I stop by a craps table and decide I want to play. I had passed every one of them for 3 days, and I just had to get that monkey off my back. I played small starting with about $35 I think. I hit a couple points and started to feel the juices running when the d*ckhead pit boss from Satan's deepest darkest orifice shuts down the game. "hey dick you can't let me just hit a couple points?"..."No, sorry sir we are shuuting her down"...Ahole! I think he made the right call for the casino because I was playing the game by the book and was up $120 on my first roll starting from a $5 bet and I'm sure he knew were that was going.

A little ed and knowing that this was the last time I would play or stay at the gate ever again I roll over to the bar. There are two attractive younger ladies bouncing back and forth from the bar to the slots, a couple haggered old wenches bumming spare change playing video poker, and older guy that had seen better days, and me. You'd think the bartender could get me a beer in under 5 minutes right? Wrong. Piece of flatulant hairbrained roadkill half a sissy mofo. As you can see my upbeat party go lucky mood was starting to change. As it was I was missing all the signs that were leading to the disaster that was my trip home. I didn't want to go to bed angry and ruin what had been a great weekend. I decided to give the field another round of me and started chatting up the two girls that were playing the slots. CHACHING!!!! They were tipsy left overs from a bachelorette party. One of them took a shining to the Dub or her state of mind allowed for the panty dropping and 3 days 3 lays. This couldn't have been planned.
After hookin up and playing everything but gaming I resign myself to the fact that I have transport leaving in now less than two hours. I kick whatever her name was out and call the front to set a wake up call. Why I slept I have no idea. Should have just checked out.

Now the final day 4 begins.