Bookmakers and general Money Laundering on the Dark Web

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Richard (@Gubbed__) on X

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Icy
Point Blank: AK Bets was always a Prick

I place two €2 coins on the table.

“What’s that for?” Anthony asks.

“It’s for the waitress,” I reply.

“You shouldn’t tip her. She didn’t do anything outstanding.”

I argue she could be an unmarried mother. He doesn’t seem to care.

So much for life in the fast lane. That was the inside track to realising someone is a prick.

Some time later, I bring up the importance of tipping betting shop staff. It’s one of those small self-imposed taxes that lengthens your lifespan as a punter, one of the few that actually pays you back.

“The shop staff should tip their hat to me when I walk through the door,” he says.

Ego isn’t his enemy. It’s his entire personality.

What happened on X last week didn’t surprise me in the slightest. It didn’t outrage me, engage me, or even amuse me. It was just the market finally catching up with something I’ve known for 15 years: AK isn’t a good person.

It was no surprise to see him dripping with the same condescension that defines punters of his type — the ones who think they’re smarter, sharper, and more knowledgeable than everyone else. As if they invented betting.

But all that knowledge is wasted if you can’t talk to the common man. The moment you condescend, you lose your audience. And his actions were those of a man who has no idea who his audience is, or how to speak to them.

This problem starts at the beginning. AK has never been popular — only polarising. It doesn’t help that he surrounds himself with sycophants, the sort who think an announcement on X that “AK has hired me” is newsworthy.

They think matching shorts and hoodies at the racecourse make them look ‘cool’. They live in a bubble. I’d fall over an old lady to have a bet next door — any door — before I’d bet with these clowns.

I’d be interested to know what caused his climbdown. Was it a moment of clarity — that he’d utterly disgraced himself by punching down so hard — and were any real lessons learned? Or will the brand that threw Tony Calvin a life raft when the market didn’t want him just persevere, oblivious to what the audience actually wants?

That’s not just the disconnect AK Bets faces — it’s the same one racing as a whole has with its audience. No one knows how to speak to them. No one speaks to the common man.

Let me tell you about the common man. He puts a score from his weekly wage on a horse because he got a tip or just likes having a pint on a Saturday. He doesn’t give a fuck about your tissue, your price algorithm, or Tony Calvin’s 3,000 words on what the ground is. He cares about who’s riding, who trains it, and not much else. He pays for the piss-soaked tweed and the champagne in the boxes he’s not allowed into. He’s forgotten in everything.

Racing is full of idiots writing like they’re intellectuals. AK Bets is full of failed Paddy Power employees pretending AK Bets hiring them and wearing shorts makes them relevant. Neither knows how to speak to their audience.

The Racing Post somehow has an editor who allows a self-proclaimed professional gambler to write 1,600 words about the Arkle as if the reader has never heard of the race. This is the fundamental reason racing and betting are dying: no one ever asks what the audience wants.

Instead, you get the likes of AK and Calvin talking down to us — because we don’t understand, because they’re so clever and we’re so stupid.

Well, the market has caught up. We will not be condescended to any longer. The rejection of AK Bets is only the start. The common man is reclaiming racing.

[Julio_Geordio]

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Icy
Point Blank: AK Bets was always a Prick

I place two €2 coins on the table.

“What’s that for?” Anthony asks.

“It’s for the waitress,” I reply.

“You shouldn’t tip her. She didn’t do anything outstanding.”

I argue she could be an unmarried mother. He doesn’t seem to care.

So much for life in the fast lane. That was the inside track to realising someone is a prick.

Some time later, I bring up the importance of tipping betting shop staff. It’s one of those small self-imposed taxes that lengthens your lifespan as a punter, one of the few that actually pays you back.

“The shop staff should tip their hat to me when I walk through the door,” he says.

Ego isn’t his enemy. It’s his entire personality.

What happened on X last week didn’t surprise me in the slightest. It didn’t outrage me, engage me, or even amuse me. It was just the market finally catching up with something I’ve known for 15 years: AK isn’t a good person.

It was no surprise to see him dripping with the same condescension that defines punters of his type — the ones who think they’re smarter, sharper, and more knowledgeable than everyone else. As if they invented betting.

But all that knowledge is wasted if you can’t talk to the common man. The moment you condescend, you lose your audience. And his actions were those of a man who has no idea who his audience is, or how to speak to them.

This problem starts at the beginning. AK has never been popular — only polarising. It doesn’t help that he surrounds himself with sycophants, the sort who think an announcement on X that “AK has hired me” is newsworthy.

They think matching shorts and hoodies at the racecourse make them look ‘cool’. They live in a bubble. I’d fall over an old lady to have a bet next door — any door — before I’d bet with these clowns.

I’d be interested to know what caused his climbdown. Was it a moment of clarity — that he’d utterly disgraced himself by punching down so hard — and were any real lessons learned? Or will the brand that threw Tony Calvin a life raft when the market didn’t want him just persevere, oblivious to what the audience actually wants?

That’s not just the disconnect AK Bets faces — it’s the same one racing as a whole has with its audience. No one knows how to speak to them. No one speaks to the common man.

Let me tell you about the common man. He puts a score from his weekly wage on a horse because he got a tip or just likes having a pint on a Saturday. He doesn’t give a fuck about your tissue, your price algorithm, or Tony Calvin’s 3,000 words on what the ground is. He cares about who’s riding, who trains it, and not much else. He pays for the piss-soaked tweed and the champagne in the boxes he’s not allowed into. He’s forgotten in everything.

Racing is full of idiots writing like they’re intellectuals. AK Bets is full of failed Paddy Power employees pretending AK Bets hiring them and wearing shorts makes them relevant. Neither knows how to speak to their audience.

The Racing Post somehow has an editor who allows a self-proclaimed professional gambler to write 1,600 words about the Arkle as if the reader has never heard of the race. This is the fundamental reason racing and betting are dying: no one ever asks what the audience wants.

Instead, you get the likes of AK and Calvin talking down to us — because we don’t understand, because they’re so clever and we’re so stupid.

Well, the market has caught up. We will not be condescended to any longer. The rejection of AK Bets is only the start. The common man is reclaiming racing.

While all that might be true, Icy has some lack of self awareness to be calling anyone out for internet climbdowns and cunt acting

[TreatyStones]

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It was no surprise to see him dripping with the same condescension that defines punters of his type — the ones who think they’re smarter, sharper, and more knowledgeable than everyone else. As if they invented betting

[johnnysachs]

Its an outstanding and utterly brutal beatdown all the same.

[myboyblue]

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Racing is full of idiots writing like they’re intellectuals

Beautiful

[BruidheanChaorthainn]

The boiled piss from the racing bloggers trip to Australia is tremendous.

He announced on the Nick luck show he’s going to New Zealand for two weeks to go racing there now.

[TreatyStones]

The Aussies absolutely love him.

The brash, loud, big punting persona really fits well there.

[Batigol]

That’s a fantastic line.

[BruidheanChaorthainn]

@TreatyStones

The Aussies absolutely love him.

The brash, loud, big punting persona really fits well there.

Lads furiously replying to racing Victoria on Twitter whinging is priceless.

You’d swear the blogger was the first object able character in horse racing.

[Julio_Geordio]

@johnnysachs

Its an outstanding and utterly brutal beatdown all the same.

He’s been sharpening that knife a while.