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There is much pain here. Being chased away from your pleasures, after all, is no one's idea of fun. One thinks of poor tipplers through the ages who have been forced to take the pledge by nagging wives, or contemporary smokers under siege by vice officer Bloomberg. Suddenly, one is deprived of a source of comfort, solace, and even strength. The universe is a much colder place. Yet such is the hand fate has dealt, and Bennett must make the most of it. As it happens, staying out of the casinos should be a blessing to Bennett, both in a personal and professional sense. At the same time, deep damage has been done more damage, in fact, than is widely acknowledged. First off, these revelations can't be good for business. While many a Bennett defender has pointed out that gambling is no absolute moral horror, it's safe to say that lots of Bennett's supporters don't agree. Quite the contrary. They consider gambling the devil's snare a "something for nothing" scheme that, among other things, undermines respect for honest labor. That is especially true at the level Bennett played. Church bingo is one thing, and is mostly a way for churches to raise funds. Tossing around hundreds of thousands during a night at the casinos is quite another. That Bennett allegedly wagered far more money in the past several years than most Americans will ever make in their nine-to-five puts him in a new light. Virtue, of course,
is a tough business, and all who enter should give up any hope of mercy
should anything even approaching vice be detected. This is especially
true when you make 50 grand per speaking engagement, worked for a Republican
president, and went after Bill Clinton with supreme gusto. Clinton has
no doubt welcomed these revelations with even more glee than Michael Kinsley.
To Bennett that may be the worst cut off all. But the aspect of these revelations most damaging to Bennett, at least to some of us, is that they totally undermine the notion that Bennett is a thinking man. Even those who found him something of a scold could at least admit that he had an active brain. This guy studied philosophy, after all. Yet the games he
preferred video poker and slots represent gambling for dummies.
You can teach a blind, pin-headed monkey to play the slots, and video
poker isn't much better. It's not for nothing that video poker is called
the crack cocaine of gambling. People can become so enthralled they leave
their kids in locked cars, where they are duly broiled to death. The other beauty of true poker is that it can be played far from the public eye, and off the taxman's ledger. These games are also occasion for good conversation, moderate alcohol consumption, and all around good fellowship. In short, true poker has many virtues that videos and slots totally lack. Luckily for Brother Bennett, America is a land of second, third, and fourth acts. In time, and with the proper application of the p.r. arts, the sheep can be returned to the fold or, more to the point, to the lecture hall and bookstores. Winning back intellectual respect, however, will be a tougher assignment. I'm putting the odds at 3-5. Dave Shiflett is a member of the White House Writers Group. |
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