Looks to me like he's lost enough to go back to dealin' Black Jack, at least! I doubt he will. I think since he has Jeanette to wait on him hand and foot, most likely on gubmint freebies, he'll just stay where he is in life.
Well, I'm wondering.
Remember, the gigantic primitive got into this mess in the first place, because he was sitting on his ass all day long dealing cards, and bankrupting the casino kitchen.
I'm assuming card dealers get all the chow they want, from the casino kitchen, as one of the fringe benefits.
The gigantic primitive probably put down more than a few cows when he was dealing cards.
Or perhaps there was some, uh, funny business going on, and the gigantic primitive is now banned from working in a casino.
We'll probably never know, because the gigantic primitive, even though living off our dime, doesn't think it's important to be honest with those people supporting him.
Taxpayer-supported primitives are funny that way--even though they're utterly dependent upon other people, they still think they "deserve" to have a "private life"......but on the other hand, corporations getting tax breaks are supposed to bare all.
Well, I think corporations getting tax breaks should have to bare all, but what's good for the goose is good for the gander too. As long as he's on our dime, the gigantic primitive should be open and honest.