If we seized the money of the casinos tonight and utilised the funds to turn those premises into mental health and wellness centres for the community, we'd have changed the trajectory of world health by tomorrow.
The casino was the bioluminescent fish in the dark, all the gamblers could see where the bright lights and none of the sharp, sharp teeth.
The gamblers were caught on invisible cerebral hooks - everywhere you looked was a sad story of what our money-nexus does to the human brain and spirit. Everywhere you looked were folks being seduced into destitution.
Nowhere was the predatory competitive society of social darwinism more obvious than the casino.
There are the addicts on the floor and the addicts who run the place - that's casinos, everyone addicted to something, each in some gradation of misery from the poor to the rich.
In that casino he was a whale with a barb right though his jaw bone, yet all the while made comfortably numb by amped up feel-good brain chemicals.
In that casino were all the signs of brains hooked on the neuro-chemicals of hope, the kind that are supposed to light up for your loved ones, for a good harvest or for a hunter's chance bring home a deer. Here they were hijacked to allow the rich to pick the pockets of the desperate, to reach deep enough in to pull out their home, their savings and plunge them far, far into the fiery hell of debt.
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