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Quick and dirty test for this Revised Standard Version on other lotteries.

All for draws today, all double-line samples, all sloppy.  This method hit 2+0 on the MM Challenge using 5 more numbers. 

Each should have 2+0 if it works at all.

Ohio Super Lotto

2	17	20	34	46
9	19	23		49
		24

 

Canada 6/49

3	11	22	41
7		24	43
			48
			49

Lotto South

11	27	36	45
13	24	34	46
14			44

Hot Lotto

8	11	26	32
	14	27	36
	13	28
	17

Sloppy, quick and dirty, untested.

Not for betting.

Jack

4+0.  Still needs some work.

Fri, Oct 7, 2005 02-04-23-27-36, Mega Ball: 37

Posted earlier today:

Frequency exclusively, single line samples.

1	11	22	30	43	50
2	15	23	33	44	53
6	17	25	34	47	55
		27	36

 

Jack

 

 

Lots of overlap and leakage might cause an attempt to refine to only MM to be throwing the baby out with the bathwater. 

Frequency exclusively, single line samples.

1	11	22	30	43	50
2	15	23	33	44	53
6	17	25	34	47	55
		27	36

Means nothing.  Don't bet'em.

Jack

 

 

Mornng blogsters:

It appears the morning's a good one for the balloonsters.  The dogs and coyotes are howling, which, when it's a universal phenomenon this time of year, means there are balloons tuning up.  Drives the animals nuts, the sound. 

Last night they must have had the 'Balloon Glow' event.... there was a steady roar for a couple of hours, about on the jet airplane passing over level.  That field's 20 or more miles away from here, so I think the noise and the dogs might well have been something to remember for those nearer.

But it was a clear night, stars out and still, so probably everyone had a good time puffing up the balloons and crowd walking among them craning their necks.  And it's still, but with a low ceiling here.  Probably ceiling's high enough in the valley to let them drift up and make a spectacle of themselves.

But it mightn't be so.  I hear some roar down there, just now, but looking to the south and west there are some fairly dark clouds trying to make up their minds what to do.  Might be another non-event building up.

Or that old sky hanging back, fishing, in hopes they'll follow wishful thinking and get on up there before Mama Nature kicks loose with a surprise for them.

As for number stuff.  I don't know what to make of some of the things I've been stumbling onto.  Found a place where all the numbers that hit PB and MM for each draw usually show up among a score, or more other numbers, under weird circumstances, but consistently, and prior to the draws.  Which describes a lot of other methods I've muddled around in, with the problem always being to identify which of all those numbers are the ones that apply.  Frequency of occurance in history doesn't matter for all I've messed with until now.

But the opposite seems to be the case on this one.  A group appears time after time and you can sieve out the numbers that will hit this MM, and tomorrow's PB, just by using the ones that hit most frequently..... But the conditions are complex, and it appears to be completely impossible to know which will hit MM, and which will hit PB.

Furthermore, there's nothing I've been able to detect in the behavior that gives any kind of indicator which of those numbers might be red balls.

I tried to hone a group down to 15 out of the 25 or so for the MM draw tonight, posted them on the MADDOG MM Challenge thread, made a stab at redball possibles, but it all leaves a lot to be desired.

Still working on it.

The problem is that the entire issue is so durned unlikely, and the process is large enough to be confusing, awfully time consuming.  At times just trying to wrap my mind around what I'm looking at and digest the implications almost gives me the blind staggers.

When I first came to LP early this year I hoped I'd run across people of like mind to work with on this sort of thing, but it became plain several months ago that all the groups out there are already well formed and moving in different directions than I am, or that the folks who are doing what I am are working alone.

I suppose I tend to see why that's true.  Today, if I couldn't go the rest of this way alone, I'd have to give heavy thought to whom and whether I'd work with someone else, simply because it feels like the home stretch.  Not many believe it can be done, is my impression, or they're pursuing their own secret paths for doing it.  I hoped for months there'd be someone who'd drop out of the sky whom I could kick this around with, share the work of chasing the possibilities, and they just ain't there.

The trouble with self-belief and total confidence in one's self is that it usually rides a particular vision.  If there are people out there pursuing this similarly to the way I am, they're figuring they are on the right track without anyone else, which they might be, and which I also believe of my own direction on it.

However, if this is a mechanical process following some sort of physical laws, all roads eventually lead to Rome.  There's not just one way of getting there.  I'm reasonably convinced that BL guy of a while back found a way, but whatever method he was using must have been different from the one I'm chasing at the moment.  I've studied what he said, both on the threads, and on PMs, and what he was doing doesn't seem to overlay this unless his hints were deliberately obfiscating what he was actually doing.

On the other hand, this new thing might well turn out to be another blind alley.  It's too complicated to try to backtest thoroughly, so it ends up just being a matter of keeping the pool of numbers the method turns up and observing how they compare to each draw.

Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof.

Jack

 

 

Morning blogsters:

Several thousand balloonsters from all over the world are twiddling their thumbs this morning.  This was to be the morning for the 'Special Shapes' liftoff..... hundreds of balloons in the shapes of everything from Smokey the Bear to the Yellow Submaroon, to the good ship Santa Maria, to a two-hundred foot tall parrot, to a milque-cow-holstein heifer with an udder the size of a barn have lifted off during these events, drifted thither hither and yon across the city or countryside, and occasionally tangled themselves in highline wires.

All the events of the balloon festival hinge on the special shapes.  At least for the spectators.

But not this morning.  Nature said, you puff up those balloons this morning, I'magonna blow you off to Texas before you even leave the ground.  I'm not gonna let this happen, balloonsters.

So the balloonsters are probably sitting in coffee-shops in ABQ and the surrounding towns telling one another balloon stories, recovering from the last-night partying, and hoping it's better tomorrow.

No mention of wind there, but those bags can be unfriendly if you don't treat them with respect. 

Even on a good day those big ones can rear  up on their hind legs and whinny despite the best efforts of humans with all their planning and designing and thinking up ways to get up in the air without dying.

 

We're smart, but not THAT smart.

Ah well.

 

Trying to make up my mind here whether to talk about numbers, or civility.

Maybe civility would be best to touch on.

Some of you blogsters might have noticed long ago that there appears to be a middling amount of competition between LP users over whether this or that system's best, particularly on Pick 3 games. 

Lately the focus has been on a particular one method of trying to win, which evidently diminished the focus on the one that was drawing the cheers a few weeks ago.  All of which is interesting in its own right, but not nearly so much as the human interactions and strong feelings involved, along with a certain amount of bluster in both camps. 

Before the most recent hopeful system emerged the next-most-recent method threads were worth keeping an eye on just to watch the preening, sulking, and down-talking to the folks who were trying to figure it out.

However, I'll confess it usually stops short of name-calling.  When the leader of one pack gives the best imitation of a shout, calling the leader of the other pack a stale loser and stupid fluck, demanding that the other pack members stay off the new-pack threads, you gotta admit things have degenerated to lows rarely seen on LP.

It's sometimes surprising how much a person, completely anonymous in the beginning ends up revealing about all manner of personal traits on a bulletin board made up of electrons on a computer screen, just by having the ability to let it all hang out without fear of consequences.

Civility and civilization emerge from the same root in language.  They're both the result of an agreement we humans, some of us, have made with ourselves and others about how we're going to treat one another.

But there's every reason to believe both run contrary to human nature, that both are more a matter of how we'd prefer our fellow-humans treat us, as opposed to how we'd treat them if we could do so without there being any cost, except the internal rot of the soul that commences when we allow ourselves to do so.

That's a small price to pay for the tension release that comes with just doing what comes natural.

Jack

 

 

If you take the last powerball numbers, feed them into the Lottery Bible, convert everything that can be converted to double-digit, here's what you end up with.

LOTTERY BIBLE

 8 21  11 6 37  5 6  7 01
018 31 11  7 37 7 55 17 1
038  15 51 37 55 37 
045-  24 47  6 6 3 7 29  8 11
054 55 9  7 9 5 7 7 1  9 17
023 6 41 7 8 8 08 5 12 22

Ought to be interesting to see whether any of those numbers pop tonight.  Particularly 7, 6, 8, 11, 37, and 55, since they appear to be the most popular on lottery bible for the last draw of PB.

Likely everyone but me has already tried this.

Jack

 

Morning blogsters:

It's a good morning for gratitude affirmations.  Every day's good for that, but this one holds some particularly thorny challenges, making it a better candidate than most.

Aside from having a nest of dragons to fight, it's a good day.  Gonna be a good day.  I'm grateful for it, grateful for those particular dragons, the particulars making up the ten, or so, things I'm going to remind myself to be grateful for, and figure out reasons why.

Additionally, this morning I'm gonna throw in some other kinds of affirmations so's to remind myself that we're all just a bunch of flawed humans, that I'm no exception, that we're all just stumbling along making a lot of wrong turns and occasionally running red lights.  And that I'm no exception.  That anger is a destroyer of the soul of the host, that the damage is internal, not external.  That it's a responsibility each of us carries to cleanse ourselves of anger, else it will damage, maybe destroy us.

Yep, I'll have to spend some time on that one.

Other news:

Predawn cat fight between one of mine and one of someone else's got my juices flowing.... They hadn't finished their business, and they felt cheated, resentful having a human being interfere. 

One of the cats got an unusual bird, left the wings, crop and legs/feet on the porch as a trophy.  Looks like a small hawk or owl from the wings, but no talons.  Dunno.

One of those tests I ran on MB did okay yesterday.  Guess I'll have to hone the others a bit, or drop back and use that method and try to refine it:

YDH - should contain 4 of 6 MM  MBRB separated
WB
8 10 22 34 42 51 
7 12 23 39 43 56 
 13 24 36 44   
 17 29 38 45   
 18   48   
 19   49   

Obviously still needs a lot of work.

That's about it here, this fine morning I'm grateful to be alive in.

Jack

 

 

In the remote event this method works every ball that hits on MM tonight should be among these:

1, 2, 11, 14, 17, 20, 23, 27, 31, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 52

With a preference for these:

1, 2, 11, 14, 17, 20, 23, 27, 46, 47, 48, 49, 52 

Don't bet on them unless you've come up with them by some tried method.  This one's untried

Jack 

KW - should contain 5 of 6 MM

2 10 20 30 42 50
4 11 21 32 43 51
7 12 22 34 44 53
8 16 24 37 46 55
9 17 28 39 47 56
 19   49

YDH - should contain 4 of 6 MM  MBRB separated
WB
8 10 22 34 42 51 
7 12 23 39 43 56 
 13 24 36 44   
 17 29 38 45   
 18   48   
 19   49   
 
MB 1 3 12 16 23 36

FMM should contain 4 of 6

8 12 21 51 54 56 26
7 17 36 38 48 55 10
2 15 16 21 48 50 
18 22 26 28 37 53 
2 13 20 32 33 43 
5 28 33 39 48 53

FPB should contain 4 of 6 
     
     
19 37 40 47 51 40 
2 14 24 26 53 1 
14 26 28 36 42 14 
16 23 29 36 51 49 
8 11 14 23 25 21 

This ain't for players.... it's just a method of keeping myself straight in a plate of spegetti of trials.

J

 

On the thread about how Brits are becoming an assortment of on-line gamblers I made an observation involving the geography of the island as it pertains to nastiness of attitude and civility.  Another poster, claiming to have spent a number of years on the island hopped on like ugly on a monkey to set me straight. 

I don't have a problem with that.  Personal experiences differ, and generalities, while they tend to contain enough truth to sting, also tend to be riddled with exceptions.  If the poster had stopped there I'd have to agree with (most of) (or some of) what was posted.

Unfortunately, the poster went on to express a smugness and spillage into some matters that went beyond my, admittedly flawed, generalizations.  The poster was obviously oblivious to history, both of the US, and of Britain.  Actually included in the post the allegation that Britain's been a consistently good and strong ally to the US.

Patently absurd.

Britain, and every other country on this planet, has sponged the blood and tax money of Americans whenever they could, so long as it furthered their own interests.  American blood spilled all over the world to protect the interests of Britain throughout the 20th Century. 

True also of France, the Philipines, the USSR and China through WWII.  Post WWII, American tax dollars rebuilt Japan, Italy, the Philipines, France and West Germany, while Americans bore the burden of the cost of defense of all.  America and Britain created Israel, and provided the weaponry for it to defend itself during the early years, while American taxpayers paid the bills.

America has no allies.  There's not a speck of gratitude in any of those countries for the Americans rotting in their graves, their lives forfeit to the best interests of Britain, France, Germany, indirectly, the USSR, Korea, Japan.  Those countries have drained us dry, bankrupted US taxpayers, and bought us with the industry we built for them.

I have to respect scam artists who know how to spot a mark and bleed him dry, toss him off when he's no longer useful.  I have to respect those countries I've named.

Because, blogsters, we Americans are the folks who love being scammed.

Eventually, we'll probably learn, but we'll be dead broke in the learning.

The poster on that thread is a person well-scammed.  But a scammee who loves the feel of it.

Jack

 

 

 

 

 

Morning Blogsters:

Hope your reality's going just gaaaaaroooovy this morning. (There's a word you don't hear much anymore, grrrrrroovy)

Outside and down in the Rio Grande valley there are balloon firing off the occasional burst of glow.  I suppose they're the 'scouts'... balloons that go up to see which way the wind's aloft are going to carry all the Albuquerque Balloon Festival folks after daybreak.  700 of those things down there waiting to inflate this morning.

Brings to mind the first time I ever knew about the Balloon Festival.  I was in the midst of writing Hell Bent for Santa Fe, at least doing the reasearch for it.  I'd been several days on the road from Round Rock, Texas, following the trail, examining the route and the bivouacs of the Texan Santa Fe Expedition of 1841, camping out of the back of a Ford Pinto. 

I was listening absently to the radio as I got into New Mexico, and the balloon thing was going on. 

Then things changed.  A balloon basket accident happened, something exploded while the thing was on the ground ready to lift off, maybe four people in it.  Balloon lifted afire.... people hurt, maybe a couple jumped out when it was about 100 feet, which was a bit high, then I think maybe the fire drove another one out several hundred feet high, while the last guy dropped down on a rope and hung there out of reach of the flame, a quarter-mile up in the air.

That went on for some while, the radio announcer telling what was happening each stage of the thing, the guy swinging off that rope, the balloon lifting and disintegrating above him.  Suspense, listening to that.  Reminded me of seeing old newsreels of the Von Hindenberg crash.

Anyway, finally the rope broke and the guy dropped however far he had to to get out of all this.  Fairly spectacular way to leave the vehicle, as such things go.  Most people are content just to lie down in a bed and have a heart attack, or get themselves wrapped up in a territorial dispute over highway space.

Nowadays, I think, they probably make them carry parachutes in those balloons at the balloon fest, but I don't know it as a certainty.

In those days I was doing a lot of flying of fixed wing aircraft, might have been tempted to think ballooning might be fun, but hearing the description on the radio of what happened with that guy broke me of sucking eggs in that regard.  When an airplane comes out of the sky it does it fast and honest, which is how I prefer things.

Anyway, the balloon festival's tuning up.  Whoopteeedooo.

Have a great one blogsters.

Jack

I've posted something about this on one of the threads, but I think it might be also worth a blog entry. 

Not too many months ago a guy on one of the Lottery Systems threads performed something worth revisiting now and then. 

He made the claim that he could predict the numbers that would hit on MM.  Naturally, there was more than the necessary doubt from all quarters.  He was challenged to do it.

As I recall, he posted 20 numbers several hours before one of the draws, plus one or several red ball choices.

He got 4+1 that night.

Evidently, he was pestered to death by people wanting him to tell how he did it, and some opportunists from another site began trying to ride his success.  The interest and excitement died away and seems forgotten.  So far as I know he's out there somewhere in the world winning enough money to impress himself, so he doesn't revisit LP.

But that was a bright moment worth reminding ourselves of, occasionally, when things seem hopeless.  A guy announcing he has a system that works, announcing what numbers will hit a few hours later, and those numbers, five of them, hitting.

Maybe, as some sneered, it was an accident he couldn't repeat.  But there's another, brighter possibility.  Maybe the guy was onto something we all want and just haven't found yet.  He was long on cryptic remarks...."History always repeats itself."  "Keep it simple."  But it seemed to have something to do with column hits and history.

He was doing it all by hand.  Didn't even use a spreadsheet.  Wondered, in his remarks, whether software could do it easier.  I'm not any great shakes with comps, but he PMed me asking me some questions about how spreadsheets work.

I'll keep looking, turning over every rock until I convince myself that announcement and draw were just the coincidence coordinators playing a trick.

On the thread another LP member rightfully pointed out BLs single announcement he could predict it, followed a few hours later by 4+1  didn't constitute proof his system worked. 

True.  But if it worked he had not further reason to prove it on LP.

Jack

https://blogs.lotterypost.com/rip_snorter/2005/04/ 

Contains the following post about him in April:

The courage to disbelieve

And the courage to believe.

I've been thinking a lot lately about Alonzo Wright, maybe the real name of the man who calls himself BigLoooser.  He evidently predicted the MM results for the third time last night, announcing his predictions before the draw to various members of the DB.

So what does this mean?  What does it say about Alonzo Wright?  What does it say about conventional wisdom?  What does it say about hard 'knowledge'?  What does it say about the fundamental assumptions of scientists, statisticians, hard-nosed businessmen and politicians who promoted the governmental adoption of lotteries as a 'voluntary tax on stupidity', as one politician described it when my own state was adopting Power Ball?

I'll begin with the last.  What Alonzo Wright, and the man I described in the Strange Experience thread under the Mystical forum have proven is that assumptions and matter-of-fact beliefs by people who 'know' aren't necessarily any more solidly founded in truth than the bald declarations the guys sitting around in the barbershop used to make circa 1957, about how the Good Lord would destroy us, the same as He destroyed Babylon when they tried to build a tower to the sky.  Ain't going to be no artificial moons up there circling the earth.  Any fool knew better than that.

That was just prior to the Russkies sending Sputnik I into orbit. 

As for 'knowledge' conventional wisdom, fundamental assumptions:

If you go back and read the posts in the Software Development thread under the Lottery Systems Forum, read how it was the days after Alonzo announced what he could do, but hadn't yet proven it, you'll see the 2005, version of the barbershop matter-of-fact pronouncements that he couldn't do it.  And any scientist, statistician, or hard-nosed businessman would have said the same thing.  That's 'hard' knowledge for you.  Science.  Conventional wisdom, all wrapped up in a pretty package and tied with a bow.

For some reason, Alonzo had the courage to shrug off all that wisdom and knowledge.  He had the confidence that it could be done.  That he could do it.  And all the PHDs, book science and smartypants scoffers and naysayers on the DB weren't about to deter him.

Alonzo bought himself an adventure.  The tools he used were courage, self-belief and probably a lot of hard work.  We don't know much about Alonzo, but we know he's a man who's able to dream with the courage to go places most of us don't bother to go.

Alonzo had the confidence to disbelieve and the profound courage to admit it at the risk of appearing a fool in the eyes of lesser men.  A lot of those lesser men on this DB measured themselves during those days prior to Alonzo's demo, and forgot how tall they were immediately afterward.

Jack

 

 

 

It's evident a lot of people besides me don't understand the Lottery Bible, are skeptical of its worth.

To summarize my own failure to understand, I'll use a piece of text... I don't recall chapter and verse.  But it's a microcosm of what's getting past me with the Lottery Bible discussions:

"The wicked flea when no man pursueth."

Now that's certainly a catchy phrase, but what does it communicate?  It's obviously missing something.  Okay.  a word or two could clear it up. 

"The wicked flea (feasts) when no man pursueth."  Perfectly understandable.

"The wicked flea(comma) when no man pursueth (comma) (deficates the plague organism into bloodstream of the host).

"(Fear the) wicked flea when no man pursueth."

"(Squash the) wicked flea when no man pursueth."

Bibles are supposed to be cryptic, in a limited sense.  But there's a limit.  It's one thing for a person to quietly use it to enrich the life.  But if it runs to evangalism, if it's intended for other people to use it to enrich theirs, they have to be able to make enough sense of it to find a subject and verb, or a modifier that brings it into the realm of comprehensibility.

Rick G. makes a good point on the earlier entry.  The history of systems offered up at LP haven't shown themselves to produce profits over the long haul.  They haven't been demonstrated on the predictions that they're able to do what they are intended to do.

Hopefully, Lottery Bible  will be the exception.  Hopefully one of the people who understand it will post enough predictions to provide substance for the "I take it to the bank" claims.

If I ever get enough of a grasp of the system to be able to try it out, and if I care enough whether anyone else understands it to call it a winner in public, I'll take a shot at that method of demonstration.

Jack

 

 

 

Hi blogsters.

I promised yesterday I'd be telling you some more about Curtiss Cohoe, and I will.  But this morning I feel more inclined to tell you about his aging mother and aunt.  In his own way, Curtiss is a study in humanity, in human flaws and tragedy, challenges encountered and not-overcome.

His mom and aunt are studies in something human, too.  Something a person doesn't encounter much these days.

About 30 miles south of Ramah, New Mexico, is a piece of Rez called Pine Hill.  It was established to be a trial, an experiment in the way a Rez might become self-sufficient.  They called it a self-determination Rez, and the governance and laws for it are somewhat different than you find on the greater Din'e Rez.

Curtiss' ancestors had a fair amount of land on the Pine Hill Rez, and the family still does.  Curtiss' share is 160 acres of hilly, juniper covered acreage, scenic and remote, with a thrown together house that's seen better days.  His mom uses the land to graze her sheep, while she lives in another house down the hill a quarter-mile away, much better kept and with electricity. 

The two ladies live together there, occasionally with other family members when they're not staying in town, or in jail.  They occupy themselves with their sheep, with gathering the materials for dye, with preparing the wool they've sheared, and with weaving on an old-style loom, if they're not gathering medicinal herbs or doing various Din'e religious activities.

These two women almost never go to town.  Most of what they need is, either right there, or someone brings it from town when they come back.  They haven't much regard for town, disapprove of what happens to Navajos in town, what they do there.

The Din'e Rez extends from Pine Hill, on the south extremity, to southern Colorado, southeastern Utah, and west into Arizona, spackled here and there with private land.  There are 160,000 Navajo living on the Rez, maybe the largest Rez in the US, and a middling portion of those rarely go off the Rez.  That's the reason a person only knowing them in town could get the impression Navajo are the sorriest people on the face of the planet.

Many of the ones who go to town are the sorriest the Din'e have to offer, which is the reason they're in town.  Town, for the Din'e, is where the dregs drift, the tired, the hungry, the huddled masses.  For the most part, the one's who'd make a better show of themselves don't get in much.

This is something of a generalization, so it's got a share of imbedded untruth, but it's nearer the truth than the impressions you get if you're just seeing the ones who stagger up to you on the streets of Gallup and Farmington with a slept-in-the-gutter look to panhandle you.

I'll tell you sometime about some of the evils out there, deep in the Rez.  They're there, same as anywhere, though with a different style.

But today I wanted to tell you about Pine Hill and the Cohoe women, show you a rug they weaved from sheep they raised and sheared, dyed with dye they made from plants and crushed rocks.

Later, another time for the rest.

Jack

 

 

 

 

I haven't given up, but I can't grasp what's written.

I've read all the threads, read Tenaj's blog backward and forward.

I can quote the Lottery Bible chapter and verse, except that one part in Proverbs that escapes me at the moment.

I can thump that Lottery Bible and let my zealotry sweep over the computer screen until my face turns purple and the veins on my forehead pop out and the sweat's soaked the armpits of my white starched shirt if I had one and my neck bulges out of my collar, my tie hanging there like dead weight lying across that Lottery Bible.

But I don't understand what it's all about. 

Lots of people understand it, it's clear.  Lots of people say they're making money on it.

I go down the threads, the blog entries step by step, and I still don't have a clue where the pointer numbers come from, the lead numbers.  I see people ask the questions that are bouncing around inside my skull, and I wait patiently to see what answer will come. 

Go read (my) (tenaj's) blog, the answer will say.

So I frown, read the blog again, and say to myself, "I like to think I am a gullible person.  For that reason, I hate it when I begin to suspect someone's gulling me."  When I begin to suspect someone's gulling me it means my gullibility is eroding, coming apart.  Disintegrating.  I hate that.

In this instance, I don't think Tenaj is really gulling me, nor anyone else.  Too many posters on LP understand what she's talking about.

I think I'm just too damned stupid to understand.  Some ways I'm a fairly smart feller.  Other ways I'm marbled with stupidity.  I think Tenaj is looking at something, understanding it perfectly, trying to explain it, trying to do LP posters the favor of sharing valuable info, and that the piece of my brain that information has to be processed in got tarred and feathered by a rock someone threw in a crowd in the '70s, or a whack-upside it by my mom with a mop on one particular occasion, or the ground, or maybe it just spang never was there.

Maybe that piece of grey matter that I'd need to understand the Lottery Bible stuff just took one look at the reality it was about to spend a few decades processing, that fetus piece of brain just pulled in and said, "To hell with it!  I ain't going there!".

I don't know.

Anyway, I'm confused enough to make me question democracy.

Jack