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(Some Guy)   Fine. I'll just create my own lottery with blackjack and hookers. You know what, forget the blackjack. And the hookers. And the taxes   (lotterypost.com) divider line
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2021-04-22 9:19:20 PM  
It's called running numbers. The mob was doing it LONG before the gubmint decided they wanted in on the action.
 
2021-04-23 12:38:51 AM  
Ok, so he's running the numbers. Whatever fines he has to pay are just a business expense.
 
2021-04-23 12:40:23 AM  

GRCooper: It's called running numbers. The mob was doing it LONG before the gubmint decided they wanted in on the action.


Well, I wish I'd read your post before posting myself. Now I feel silly.
 
2021-04-23 1:04:09 AM  
He only took 10% as an admin fee and returned the rest?

State run lotteries take 50% and then have the audacity to tax you on the winnings.

No wonder he got shut down - he was running a better lottery.

The government HATES competition...
 
2021-04-23 2:04:37 AM  

GRCooper: It's called running numbers. The mob was doing it LONG before the gubmint decided they wanted in on the action.


Yea, it was an everyday thing.

Heck, when I was a kid living with my Nonna in East Boston in 1970, she sold Avon and was a numbers runner.  She took bets from all the other Sicilian grandmas in the neighborhood.

And sold them hand cream and makeup.

I even had an "uncle" who would drop by every Sunday after church who would bring me a box of donuts and leave with a little paper bag that Nonna kept in her pantry.
 
2021-04-23 2:06:30 AM  
she sold Avon

Oh, and my birthday gift every year was the ONE kids' item from the Avon catalog.
 
2021-04-23 2:19:59 AM  
Wait hold on now, don't forget the hookers. Or I mean if you don't want them, at least...
 
2021-04-23 2:49:03 AM  
Was the guy married with children?
 
2021-04-23 3:31:13 AM  

bughunter: Heck, when I was a kid living with my Nonna in East Boston in 1970, she sold Avon and was a numbers runner.


OK, I have seen "The Sting" and I have a vague idea of the existence of the numbers racket. But what numbers were people betting on? I would welcome enlightenment.
 
2021-04-23 4:09:21 AM  

orbister: bughunter: Heck, when I was a kid living with my Nonna in East Boston in 1970, she sold Avon and was a numbers runner.

OK, I have seen "The Sting" and I have a vague idea of the existence of the numbers racket. But what numbers were people betting on? I would welcome enlightenment.


Disclaimer: I was six years old.  But a precocious one.

It was essentially the same as lotto or keno.  You picked a series of numbers, placed a bet, and if some or all of them matched, you got a payout per an established schedule... which was of course set to give the house a large advantage.

The numbers were "chosen" according to something published in the daily horse racing sheets... the numbers of winning horses or the amounts of bets placed in each race, or something like that.  These were supposedly "independent" from the numbers bookies, but I would not be surprised in the least if the numbers were rigged, especially the least significant digits of gross bets at a racing track with known mob ties... lol.

She would visit neighbors, take bets, submit them to the guys running the game, and then deliver payouts and take the next bets.  Most of her clients were other grandmas in the neighborhood, and they played a buck or two a day.  Nothing huge.  Just enough for entertainment.  And she sold them Avon at the same time.  Perfect cover.

Nonna got "free" numbers for doing the job.  I don't think it would have mattered, though, whether or not she played for free: Uncle Giocco took care of her whenever she needed anything... dunno the relationship, blood or oath, but she was family and they took care of family.

All I remember for certain is that he brought me an entire box of a dozen donuts, just for me, every Sunday.  One box for me, and one for the rest of the house.

/yeah, I gained weight living with Nonna
//"mangia, MANGIA!!"
 
2021-04-23 5:46:23 AM  

bughunter: orbister: bughunter: Heck, when I was a kid living with my Nonna in East Boston in 1970, she sold Avon and was a numbers runner.

OK, I have seen "The Sting" and I have a vague idea of the existence of the numbers racket. But what numbers were people betting on? I would welcome enlightenment.

Disclaimer: I was six years old.  But a precocious one.

It was essentially the same as lotto or keno.  You picked a series of numbers, placed a bet, and if some or all of them matched, you got a payout per an established schedule... which was of course set to give the house a large advantage.

The numbers were "chosen" according to something published in the daily horse racing sheets... the numbers of winning horses or the amounts of bets placed in each race, or something like that.  These were supposedly "independent" from the numbers bookies, but I would not be surprised in the least if the numbers were rigged, especially the least significant digits of gross bets at a racing track with known mob ties... lol.

She would visit neighbors, take bets, submit them to the guys running the game, and then deliver payouts and take the next bets.  Most of her clients were other grandmas in the neighborhood, and they played a buck or two a day.  Nothing huge.  Just enough for entertainment.  And she sold them Avon at the same time.  Perfect cover.

Nonna got "free" numbers for doing the job.  I don't think it would have mattered, though, whether or not she played for free: Uncle Giocco took care of her whenever she needed anything... dunno the relationship, blood or oath, but she was family and they took care of family.

All I remember for certain is that he brought me an entire box of a dozen donuts, just for me, every Sunday.  One box for me, and one for the rest of the house.

/yeah, I gained weight living with Nonna
//"mangia, MANGIA!!"


Thank you very much. That's very clear, and a far more detailed answer than I expected or deserved.
 
2021-04-23 7:14:58 AM  
Am I the only one that heard that headline in Bender's voice?
 
2021-04-23 8:40:18 AM  

Notabunny: Ok, so he's running the numbers. Whatever fines he has to pay are just a business expense.


He's probably in more trouble for the tax evasion than running numbers itself.
 
2021-04-23 12:31:11 PM  
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2021-04-24 12:02:53 AM  

mr-b: Am I the only one that heard that headline in Bender's voice?


nope !
i only saw yours after re-reading this thread.
 
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