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What Does Money Line Mean In Betting
- money line
- (Money lines) A type of bet in which you must only pick the winner of a game straight up, not dependent on what the "Sides" of the game are. If your team is listed at -265, you must bet $265 to win $100. On the reverse,if your team is +245, you must risk $100 to win $245.
- Fixed-odds betting is a form of wagering against odds offered by a bookmaker, an individual, or on a bet exchange.
- odds expressed in terms of money. With money odds, whenever there is a minus (-) you lay that amount to win a hundred dollars, where there is a plus (+) you get that amount for every hundred dollars wagered.
- (bet) stake: the money risked on a gamble
- The act of gambling money on the outcome of a race, game, or other unpredictable event
- (bet) maintain with or as if with a bet; "I bet she will be there!"
- dissipated: preoccupied with the pursuit of pleasure and especially games of chance; "led a dissipated life"; "a betting man"; "a card-playing son of a bitch"; "a gambling fool"; "sporting gents and their ladies"
Phototgrapher: a. golden, eyewash design – c. 2008.
The richest 400 Americans — that’s right, just four-hundred people — own MORE than the bottom 150 million Americans COMBINED! 400 of the wealthiest Americans have got more stashed away than half the entire country! Their combined net worth is $1.6 trillion. During the eight years of the Bush Administration, their wealth has increased by nearly $700 billion — the same amount that they were demanding We give to them for the "bailout." Why don’t they just spend the money they made under Bush to bail themselves out? They’d still have nearly a trillion dollars left over to spread amongst themselves!
Of course, they are not going to do that — at least not voluntarily. George W. Bush was handed a $127 billion surplus when Bill Clinton left office. Because that money was OUR money and not HIS, he did what the rich prefer to do — spend it and never look back. Now we have a $9.5 trillion debt that will take seven generations from which to recover. Why — on –earth – did — our — "representatives" — give — these — robber — barons — $US850 BILLION — of – OUR — money?
Last week, proposed my own bailout plan. My suggestions, listed below, were predicated on the singular and simple belief that the rich must pull themselves up by their own platinum bootstraps. Sorry, fellows, but you drilled it into our heads one too many times: THERE…IS…NO…FREE… LUNCH ~ PERIOD! And thank you for encouraging us to hate people on welfare! So, there should have been NO HANDOUTS FROM US TO YOU! Last Friday, after voting AGAINST this BAILOUT, in an unprecedented turn of events, the House FLIP-FLOPPED their "No" Vote & said "Yes", in a rush version of a "bailout" bill vote. IN SPITE OF THE PEOPLE’S OVERWHELMING DISAPPROVAL OF THIS BAILOUT BILL… IN SPITE OF MILLIONS OF CALLS FROM THE PEOPLE CRASHING WASHINGTON "representatives’" PHONE LINES…IN SPITE OF CRASHING OUR POLITICIAN’S WEBSITES…IN SPITE OF HUNDREDS OF THOUSANDS OF PEOPLE PROTESTING AROUND THE COUNTRY… THEY VOTED FOR THIS BAILOUT! The People first succeeded on Monday with the House, but failed do it with the Senate and then THE HOUSE TURNED ON US TOO!
It is clear, though, we cannot simply continue protesting without proposing exactly what it is we think THESE IDIOTS should/’ve do/one. So, after consulting with a number of people smarter than Phil Gramm, here’s the proposal, now known as "Mike’s Rescue Plan." (From Michael Moore’s Bailout Plan) It has 10 simple, straightforward points. They are that you DIDN’T, BUT SHOULD’VE:
1. APPOINTED A SPECIAL PROSECUTOR TO CRIMINALLY INDICT ANYONE ON WALL STREET WHO KNOWINGLY CONTRIBUTED TO THIS COLLAPSE. Before any new money was expended, Congress should have committed, by resolution, to CRIMINALLY PROSECUTE ANYONE who had ANYTHING to do with the attempted SACKING OF OUR ECONOMY. This means that anyone who committed insider trading, securities fraud or any action that helped bring about this collapse should have and MUST GO TO JAIL! This Congress SHOULD HAVE called for a Special Prosecutor who would vigorously go after everyone who created the mess, and anyone else who attempts to scam the public in future. (I like Elliot Spitzer ~ so, he played a little hanky-panky…Wall Street hates him & this is a GOOD thing.)
2. THE RICH SHOULD HAVE PAID FOR THEIR OWN BAILOUT! They may have to live in 5 houses instead of 7. They may have to drive 9 cars instead of 13. The chef for their mini-terriers may have to be reassigned. But there is no way in hell, after forcing family incomes to go down more than $2,000 dollars during the Bush years, that working people and the middle class should have to fork over one dime to underwrite the next yacht purchase.
If they truly needed the $850 billion they say they needed, well, here is an easy way they could have raised it:
a) Every couple makeing over a million dollars a year and every single taxpayer who makes over $500,000 a year should pay a 10% surcharge tax for five years. (It’s the Senator Sanders plan. He’s like Colonel Sanders, only he’s out to fry the right chickens.) That means the rich would have still been paying less income tax than when Carter was president. That would have raise a total of $300 billion.
b) Like nearly every other democracy, they should have charged a 0.25% tax on every stock transaction. This would have raised more than $200 billion in a year.
c) Because every stockholder is a patriotic American, stockholders should have forgone receiving a dividend check for ONE quarter and instead this money would have gone the treasury to help pay for the bullsh*t bailout.
d) 25% of major U.S. corporations currently pay NO federal income tax. Federal corporate tax revenues currently amount to 1.7% of the GD
Background: Marquis is the owner of the Bound Rose, a bondage strip club, as well as the Mafia don in the city. Serafina (Fin) and he made a deal for her to work for him as a stripper for a few weeks in exchange for a better Hauler (smuggled goods) deal, and Kamy and she are preparing the fight ring and had opened negotiations for his financial backing. Kamy had asked Fin to handle the cash.. since Dregs don’t "do" that, but she went ahead and tried to work it out with him anyway. When that soured, she called Fin in to fix it. It works, for a while…
"Knock Knooo-hooock. Luceeee I’m hooo-ohhh~~" Oop. The door opens and Serafina slides right on in. The room is a *mess*, and the pair inside look like twin tornadoes ready to spin towards each other. "So you’re finally ready to talk to me, huh?" she cocks her head to Marquis. There’s a thinly veiled stubborn rage roughening up her features.
Marquis waited until he heard Emilio press the button to let him know the ‘honoured guest’ had arrived. His eyes turned to Fina when she fell in. There was murder in those blue orbs, and if there was ever a point in time when he looked like he’d kill someone as soon as look at them? This was it. There was nothing amused, nothing jovial, nothing… normal, about the man. As though all of his attitudes had melted away and been replaced with something as cold as those eyes of his, a being built to kill. His desk being the unfortunate first victim, the two dents of his hands clear and as bloody as his hands, the glints of metal where bone should have been a clear indicator of whom had done the ‘hulk smash’. "Should have stayed the other night, we would have talked. Though you did run off in quite a hurry." He’d pause just long enough to cast a glance to Kamy, making sure the woman didn’t suddenly get bold with help in the room before looking back to Fina, "Though you did have to run home to get your string, to make sure you could tie me to Tiny." Ooooh yea, he knew.
Kamy stood across from the desk, studying where it was quite apparent that the cord came out of the wood and attached to the lamp, once pondered upon and now realized by how the desk had been shattered. Good to know. She looked to Fina and sighed with a touch of relief. It wasn’t his threat of violence that she sought help from, violence she got. It was the awkward endeavor of conducting business about things she knew nothing for. She sank to the back of the room, allowing ample room for Fina to fit between her and the mess she’d caused. "he’s all yours.I warm him up for you…"
His inflamed bloodlust could not only be seen, it could be felt, and Fin being so highly sensitive to such primal emotions soaked his ozone of violence like a sponge. Her eyes burned back. His humor at least cracked a smile across the fiery girl’s tight expression. "You. Have. One. Hour," she told him, and started to prowl his way. She whipped attention to Kamy then, and gave her a luscious wink of understanding. "My partner is impestuous, instinctive, and doesn’t *do* money. You’ve wasted my shift," she continued, and breathed in his fury, flaring her nostrils in return. But what continued was a hot litany of Northern Italian, berating him with her words like they were slappy-slappy-palms to the cheeks. "Avete un’ora. Un’ora per dirmi perche non dovrei camminare da qui ed ottenere i soldi io stesso. Un’ora da dirmi perche dovrei permettermi ancora le vostre mani, voi parte del horseshit del sud dell’Italia."
Marquis didn’t relax when Kamy moved herself into the back of the room and opened up the floor for her comrade in arms. Or at least business ventures and occasional sex. Instead he stayed exactly as he was, every muscle of his body tense, ready to spring at a moments notice as his mind ran over all the different ways he could kill the women in his office, each thought growing darker and more brutal than the last one. And then she spoke. The ultimatum he could handle, even the comment of wasting a shift, but when she commented on southern Italy, when she insulted the land he called home, he snapped. Very slowly he’d flick something under the desk, locking the door again with its magnetic strip, and then two things would happen in rapid succession. A single half stride, half leap would happen to bring him within reaching distance of Fina, and assuming she didn’t jerk back in time, his hand would launch out to grip her throat. Yet even while this was going on his left hand was moving, ripping a gun from his shoulder holster to point it in Kamy’s general direction in the hope it would be a deterrent from the fight regardless of the outcome
Assuming everything happened ideally, he would look straight into Fina’s eyes and spoke very, very softly with a tone nearly devoid
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