There is a hierarchy of hate within my brain cells and at the apex is my disdain for drugs. This includes marijuana. I hate everything about it and when I first saw this pack I thought that's what the pack was and I was furious with it. I was still going to buy it but I was contemptuous of it. Finally, it occurred to me that it was actually hemp and the text suggesting just that emblazoned upon the card corfirmed that supposition.
That said, it's an ugly deck and I'll probably sell it and later rue the fact that I did so. Regardless, the Ace of Spades is a deplorable card with the stank weed on it. It's a stain on the magnanimity of the most decorative card in the deck outside of the Joker and the Face Cards. Just like you don't want your Joker to be cradling a crack pipe, you also don't want your Ace of Spades to be relegated to a counterculture symbol become norm despite the actual beneficial utility of hemp.
Whereas the Queen of Clubs doesn't provide any solace in my grievances against this deck, she at least holds the traditional line of the royals among the deck.
The Joker also provides no relief as my aforementioned disdain for the Bicycle cyclist King remains steadfast. I just don't like him and the 808 is his tombstone. Unmarked and undignified as a King on a bike wearing pantaloons shall always be.
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