Maybe it’s because I’m really bad at cards — Tarot and solitaire are the only outlets I’ve ever enjoyed much. But my mother was a big fan of bridge and even as a near-tot I could sense it was at bottom a “who’s a hot shit” contest. If you’re cursed with the delusion that you are gifted at gambling — and it’s pushed on you as relentlessly as it is in Australia — then the high of winning might take hold. Hey, I enjoyed the rare times I won hard-fought card games. But even then I considered it an utterly empty high. And Nevada shows it’s a disgusting political force that takes the most from those least able to afford it. I’ve resolved on principle to never play another slot machine in my life.