Rise of the River Rat, Race and Riots

       Greetings followers and new friends. After over a year of delays, court dates and growing pains, The Rise of the River Rat has been released. This is the Bio/Novel of the life and times of Tony Capps. Who is Tony Capps? This is a man who has lived a life that most can only dream of. His incredible story begins in the rough streets of South Trenton New Jersey, and has stretched across the globe.
       While all of us have stories to tell, I'm guessing they pale in comparison to the adventures of this heroic man. Tony Capps is a social philosopher and a true humanitarian. Your support would be greatly appreciated by purchasing a copy for the modest sum of 7.99. It's available on many different outlets online, in PDF and Kindle formats. I understand my writing has some grammatical errors. Its just the way I roll. No ghost writers here. When you read a Rodolfo Anzettie book or blog, you know its written by Rodolfo Anzettie.


                                                           Race and Riots


         The wealthy and brainwashed Americans have a united statement, "America is the greatest country in the world." This is mostly heard on propaganda networks like Fox News and conservative radio shows. In the simplistic minds of these fools, any mention of mistakes or improvements to this great nation is at worst, an act of treason. Or the statements of lazy socialists who are lost and misinformed. These words of ignorance are the genesis of my hatred towards the Republican Party and Corporate America. Granted they are 99%, one in the same.
         There is a reason why these people listen to poppy, non offensive music and have no balls. The same reason why they never watch independent movies or read self published books. The answer, conformity. In their world, if everyone dressed like them, talked like them, and most importantly acted like them, everything would be fine and dandy. And never, ever, bring up politics, religion, sex or the big one, race.
         Well assholes, some of us live in reality. And I'm sorry to tell you, America is a racist country. Gone are the days of slavery, the Tuskegee experiments and Jim Crow Law. However, the thought of a black person living in America sharing the, "Greatest Country in the World" belief, seems rather ridiculous.
          Don't agree? Well, I might be a little pissed if my parents weren't able to share the same bathroom, restaurant, school, etc up to the age of 21. The sight of them, and people like them being beat by cops and sprayed with water cannons while marching for these rights might irk me. Not to mention, my grandparents would look upon these treatments as a life of luxury. They would have been glorified indentured servants, who lived in a world where all white juries acquitted white men who murdered black men, women and children. The 3/5 of a man law in the sacred U.S. Constitution would be a tough one to handle. The thought of my father serving in Vietnam and returning to a country that doesn't allow him to sit in the front of the bus might cause some tension. Kind of like the American hero Jessie Owens, who went to Nazi Germany and proved the Nazis were not the superior race by winning gold. Then our hero couldn't attend the victory dinner because he was a darkie.
          Now I'm not just quoting the history books, I'm speaking on personal experience. I date black women. Thick ones, who sport a big ass.Yes, very scary. And no, I don't do this because I'm some bleeding heart liberal. Besides being attracted to them, I find their blunt honesty and strength to be refreshing compared to the uptight, phony, persona of Corporate America.
         Yes I have endured the stares and smirks that go along with having my partners be of a different skin tone. I have also experienced a handful of downright racist behavior directed towards us. One evening, my girlfriend and I were enjoying a number of drinks in a casino bar in Las Vegas. After a few hours, we were the only patrons, and security was taking a close look at us. Little did I know, all hell was about to break loose. I did the unthinkable, slip a crisp twenty dollar bill from my pocket and handed it to her. Just as I gave her this sum to buy another round, security swooped in as if they were executing a drug bust. They demanded ids, and suspected us of conducting an act of prostitution. If you think about it, these beliefs should have been rather ridiculous in the eyes of any sane security guard. What kind of sex negotiation lasts two hours? Better yet, culminates with a twenty dollar transaction?
         Racist abuse by law enforcement has been a part of America's culture since it's inception. The new age of cell phone cams and social media are beginning to shed a light on this. Despite racism being at an all time low, these incidents are being captured all over the country. This along with multiple deaths of unarmed black men have sparked riots.
        According to the right wing media, riots are carried out by angry, lazy, racist thugs, aka {the new word for niggers} The media fails to point out all the riots carried out by yes, white privileged college youths. You know, for important events like their school winning or losing the national championship. A coach being fired. Or riots by predominately white adults, when pro sports teams win titles. This is deemed as mischievous, stupid, sophomoric behavior or completely ignored. Then the Fox retards argue that we ignore the black on black killings. Well here is a little fact, the blacks who kill other blacks are not being paid to protect and serve.
         My final example is the viewpoint of these idiotic Christian Conservatives on President Obama. A better way to illustrate their ignorance is by pretending Obama was a white man named Billy. Now Billy was born into a poor, single parent farming family in rural Mississippi. Despite these disadvantages, Billy earned a scholarship into the ivy leagues. He graduated with multiple degrees from Harvard and Colombia. Billy taught law at Harvard and despite the many lucrative opportunities that comes with being an ivy league grad, Billy did a very Christian like move. He returned to his farming roots to help the poor farmers. He married and started a family. Billy entered politics and fought for the uninsured, poor, and working class Americans. He later became President.
         What a great story about a man who holds the Christian values and lived the American dream. Well, not so in the eyes of the right wing Christians. In their mind, Billy is the Anti-Christ. A terrorist who is from another country. A man who will destroy America. How can this be? Well, when you change his name to Barack Hussein Obama, and tint his skin, the true America rears its ugly head.
        Better yet, these so called Christians support a party that favors guns, war, cutting aid to the poor, greed, not caring about the uninsured, you know, the core values of Jesus. However, they are against gays and abortion so all is well. But it might stand in the way of the freedom talk you jackasses preach.
        I'm sorry if I offend you. Don't worry, I have heard it all. I have received emails from people calling me a pinko commie bastard, nigger lover, asshole etc. It's all good. Keep building your Armageddon shelters, watching Fox News and blaming rappers for society. Keep dreaming of the good old days when a smiling negro served you a happy meal. When your neighbors looked like you and pretty white ladies won Wimbledon. The days when men were men and your submissive wife stayed at home cooking dinner, while sporting a black eye.
        Ah, those were the days. The elderly remembers it well. Too bad Obama had to taint the White House. So the next time you good ol boys gather together for some hunting and reminiscing, I have a message for you. You sir, are the nigger.
       
         
     

     

The Thong

 It's never fun to be awoken from a deep sleep. Especially when the culprit is a shrieking ring tone after a night of debauchery. But this was the situation I found myself in on this Tuesday morning. 
  After trying to ignore it's cries, I finally submitted after the third call. "Rodolfo where are you?" Oh shit, I have plans to meet a friend at the Taj for a noon poker tournament. After assuring my presence, I noticed a brief forty five minute window before the tournament started. In the old days you had to be registered before the start time to insure a seat. 
  So I found the strength to eject my aching body out of bed and stumbled into the shower. After finally leaving it's warm comfort, I began to dress. Socks, shirt, pants oh fuck, no underwear. Yes it has been some time since I did the laundry. Now I'm a germaphobe. There is no way I'm wearing an old pair of underwear. Going commando seemed to be the logical option, however scraping my warrior against the unforgiving zipper didn't appear like an inviting situation. 
  Then I noticed something, lying on the bottom of the closet was a pink pokadot thong with a pink ribbon on the back. It belonged to my girlfriend and suddenly, I had an idea. I felt weird as I slipped it on. The string riding up my ass was uncomfortable to say the least. My pouch was spilling out and I had a sense of paranoia that somehow, someone was watching. I felt dirty as I stared in the mirror at myself sporting this piece of female lingerie but I must admit my portly ass did look banging.
  It is what it is, so after making sure no evidence could be seen, I found the courage to enter society.  From the second I left my door the feeling of paranoia took over. It felt like everyone I passed had xray vision and I would be labeled  a cross dresser. My friend noticed something wrong with my demeanor but I blamed it on being stoned. 
  The first half hour at the table was uncomfortable to say the least but then the thong was all but forgotten. My pouch adjusted, the string no longer felt like a wedgie and I must admit it became quite comfortable. 
  We took a scheduled break after the first hour and I waited in line to use the urinal. Just as I unzipped the front of my pants, reality kicked in. I was overwhelmed with panic. There I was standing in a  bathroom with a line of men waiting to piss, trying to find a way to free myself from the clutches of the thong. With no opening in the front, I decided the best course of action was to retreat to the stall where I sat and pissed like a girl.
  Now I was shook. The fear of detection had set in but like before, within an hour I was at peace. I normally don't talk to anyone when I play. The cranky weird persona of  poker players leaves a lot to be desired. But like everything in life there are exceptions to the rule. I began to have a conversation with the player to my right. Some bitter old bastard kept complaing about not getting a hand and we shared our views on the pile of filth that inhabits poker rooms. Then the conversation moved to sports and continued on for about forty five minutes.
  "OK guys were breaking this table, pick a card to get your new table assignment." "Nice talking with you Rodolfo." We both joked about the potential neighbor that lurked at the next table but as I reached across the felt to grab my seat card, I was alarmed by a yell of "Dude!?" It was a tone that can only be described as shock and horror. I turned to see an expression of disgust on the face of the player whom I had conversed with. Then I felt a breeze on my lower back and reality set in. The thong was exposed!
  My shirt had ridden up and the pink pokadot thong with a pink ribbon had been visible to the world.  I was frozen with embarrassment. What can you say? I was relieved when this guy marched to his table. I did find humor in the thought of this guy believing the decent person he met at the table was really a cross dresser. 
  Thankfully the story was not passed on to the remaining participants and I'm sure it's the last time he will ever think positive of a poker player. So I feel in some way I made a positive contribution to the world.
  I was able to pull myself together and final table the tournament. In fact I got very lucky on a number of hands. So lucky I decided to use the thong as a good luck charm. Before you judge me, I feel it's necessary to point out Jason Giambi and Derek Jetter wore a golden thong while trying to break a batting slump.
  Years later I found myself in a terrible slump. I had not cashed for twenty three straight tournaments on Full Tilt and my player account had dwindled down to twenty eight dollars. I entered a 24 dollar 15k guarantee six max bounty tournament with over 1200 runners. My roommate was working so I decided to sport the thong in the hopes of turning things around. 
  Seven hours later I emerged victorious to the tune of 3900 dollars. The first place finish cemented my belief in the thong. I made it a tradition to sport the thong when making a final table.
 Unfortunately the governments Nazi like crackdown on Online Poker has prevented more nights of grandeur. However, WSOP.com is expected to launch within weeks. And something tells me the thong will be joining me at many final tables.
 

The Club

  Everything that guy said is bullshit. Thank you. These words were spoken by Vincent LaGuardia Gambini. It sums up in the most simplistic terms what every attorney tells the jury on behalf of their client's case. 
  I can still remember sitting in that old movie theater on Bell Boulevard  in 1992. My parents were in the final stages of their marriage and this was another pathetic attempt at a family outing. Why they choose this place to watch a movie, I'll never know. This was a popular movie being shown in a number of theaters far closer to our house.
   Worse yet, this place was a dump. Sitting in front of us was some slime ball with a head of hair that looked like a ravaged bird's nest. He scratched this pathetic sweaty dome with a level of aggression that I have never seen before nor since. "No class." My mother muttered under her breath. 
  I found this display funny and stuffed my mouth with popcorn soaked in vegetable oil. About ten minutes into the movie I felt a strange tickling sensation on my finger resting in the tub of stale popcorn. As the feeling continued, I decided to shuffle the large cardboard tub and was greeted by a roach the size of a hand grenade. Well at the time that's what I thought. Needless to say he was a big bastard and although the theater is still in operation, I have never returned.
  As I watch and listen to these politicians and political analysts I am filled with rage, disgust, and sometimes laughter. It also makes me think less of people, which is a scary thought for those who know my true feelings of humanity.
  Fox News is a station that has brainwashed and decreased the IQ of millions. The elderly and ignorant are most susceptible and I now have a better understanding of the power of fear propaganda.
  There are so many issues to cover. Healthcare, freedom of choice, jobs etc.  But this is about  something else, something I refer to as The Club.
   I have always wished for one day with no law. My list is extensive, animal abusers, rapists, various poker players would suffer in ways I'm almost embarrassed to disclose. 
  But after the last eight years I've gotten greedy. One day wont be enough, I want one year. A good portion of that glorious time would be reigning down vengeance on the Republican Party. Or better known as The Club.
  Willard Romney, you know him as Mitt. Why do they call him by his middle name? I remember hearing this awkward piece of shit telling some feel good story involving his father. The best part was when his dad said, "hey Mitt." Are you serious, even your dad called you by your middle name?
  Well Willard made a point during this address on how issues are best left out of the Government's hands. Sounds fair. The people should vote then the state should handle it, or better yet the private sector. This is how small business and the economy grows.
  This is all well and good until the issue turns to marijuana. The people voted and to Willard's delight the private sector took over. I mean dispensaries generated millions. Jobs were created and it seems this was the exact situation our Republican hero was talking about.
  Did you know an estimated six million Americans were playing Online Poker before black Friday?  Poker has been part of American culture since It's inception. Online stats show over fifty thousand  Americans were exceeding one hundred thousand dollars a year in profits. The player's have no problem paying taxes as long as the sites are regulated, this would not only translate to thousands of jobs for people who work for the site's but also hundreds of millions if not billion's in tax revenue.
 But wait, we can't let people smoke pot or play Online Poker. It's a danger to America's youth. The Republican leaders are very concerned about these things. 
  But for some reason I fail to hear the concern about Philip Morris. You know the company that dispenses cigarettes. The product sold in stores and news stands across the country. Lung Cancer, emphysema, physical addiction are some of the effects this accepted product causes. Where are the concerned Republicans on this one?
  Anheuser Busch, Coors and many others are given a pass as well. Alcohol is legally sold and advertised under the nose of these socially concerned Republicans. This product can lead to physical addiction, liver damage and accounts for death and violence in many forms. Better yet, cigarettes and alcohol are abused by Americas youth on an astronomical scale. Have you ever been on a college campus?
  But Philip Morris and the Anheuser Busch's of the world belong to something that the local pot dispenser or online pro don't. The Club. The Club doesn't want you to work for yourself, no they want you to work for them. Minus the benefits and fair pay. And please don't complain about it, because now you are a divider. Or worse yet, seeking entitlement's. Part of the 47% as Willard would say. It's funny how people who complain about these unfair treatments corporate America bestows upon them are promoting class warfare but when the wealthy outsource jobs, refuse benefits and cut pay that's not class warfare. No that's what your entitled to do when part of The Club.
  A free society should give the citizens proper information on vices, alcohol, drugs, gambling. Then allow the citizens to choose. This Country has and continues to waste trillions on The War on Drugs.  Not only has this done nothing to deter drug use, it also empowers international criminal organizations around the world.
  Legalizing all drugs is something that I'll devote an entire blog too but for now lets stick with pot.  Willard says there is no need for Medical Marijuana because we already have drugs to deal with pain, nausea, loss of appetite and anxiety. That's true but what our Republican friends forget to tell you are all the side effects that these designer drugs carry. Liver damage, addiction, interactions with other meds and the list goes on and on. I laugh when marijuana is referred to as a gateway drug. Have you ever herd of OxyContin? I worked in a Pharmacy for six years and can tell you pain meds are one of the biggest problems in society for all ages and financial classes.
  So why don't we give a natural product that is not physically addictive a chance? Well the company's that dispense the Vicodin, Oxy's, Dilaudid, Soma, Paxil etc. would be out billions of dollars. And that can't happen when your part of The Club.
  People are dumb. The image of a tall clean cut older white guy in a suit tends to justify all the bullshit that comes out of these people's mouths. Weather it's touting the Bile while financially doing the  opposite. {I don't think Jesus would agree with the Republican's stance on healthcare either} Or scaring people on the danger's of marijuana and poker while allowing alcohol, cigarettes, designer drugs to pad The Club's pockets.  I think Mr. Gambini had it right.
   Everything That Guy said is Bullshit.