Lounge Rob Singer & Alan Mendelson: Two Douchebags

I'm quite sure many of you in here are aware or know of Rob Singer aka Judgement King & Alan Mendelson.

These two douchebags babble non stop about how great they are, when in reality neither of them are good at much. Alan brags he's a seven star non stop, what he fails to tell people is he has several people using his card (mostly Jason) to make points for him. Alan stated "I get comps no one else gets" BULLSHIT
He is a nickel and dime craps player.

When Mickey & I got on his ass he retired from the forum, them as soon as we both got banned he came back on and started his bullshit again. Now more than ever.

RobSinger who pretends to be a big winner at video poker, when in reality has been evicted from one trailer park and one apartment over the past several years. He lives in a house owned by his kids.

I will use this thread to post some of their daily bullshit, it will give everyone a big laugh.

 

One more thing Alan IS an arrogant prick, never can admit he's wrong..NEVER

 

Calling Singer and Mendelson stupid is an insult to stupid people.

 

You didn't mention the one time that Alan saw 18 yo's in a row.

 

Hey, the guy had one of his marriages performed by a rabbi at a craps table at Caesars.

That was pretty interesting.

 

I feel badly for Rob. I'm not sure he's ever said he had been wrong about anything -- video poker, politics, family values. Maintaining a persona requiring flawless omniscience is a heavy burden. Rob does the best he can under the circumstances.

I'm sure, somewhere, Rob has admitted being wrong about something. I would feel much better if anyone could do the research and find the topic.

Does anyone recall the Happy Days episode with the Fonz trying to get the words "I was wrong" out of his mouth?

 

Redietz, its been a lot of years ago on FREEvpFREE, Singer created a sock puppet, Aces_hi. Singer and his alter ego, Aces_hi, held conversations together on FREEvpFREE. We all knew that A-hi was a Singer sockpuppet so it was some pretty funny shit. Singer was making posts talking about "I'll be in Vegas next Friday and I will meet you at...."

Between all that was A-hi praising all of Singer's shit.

Then Singer posted up "I told you I would be there Friday." Here's the rub. Singer got his two personnas mixed up and he posted that message under A-hi's user name.

We all laughed our asses off at that dumb motherfucking Singer.

 

Alan IMO is an egomaniac who wants to be important in life, when in reality he's just another brick in the wall

RobSinger is a deadbeat, thus all his judgements against him

 

The thing is, no matter what else, Alan Mendelson is a very experienced journalist. His relationship with Rob has always been fascinating to me. It's classic paranormal claimant and high-profile journalist. It's dissertation material.

 

Alan has protected Rob for what reason only he knows. Probably because when he ran the place Rob was good for views.
Rob has no value anywhere

 

Well, this thread could use a version of my "Singer at the Bat" poem. If anybody can track it down on Dan Druff's forum and transpose it here, feel free.

 

Here you go sir

Singer at Bat
The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Martingales that day,
No evidence presented with but one forum left to play.
When Jerry Logan died at first, and Belly did the same
A sickly silence fell; AP's were all to blame.

A straggling few got up to go in deep despair; the rest
Clung to the luck which springs eternal in the Martingale breast.
They thought, if only Singer could send his tax returns,
That's all the proof they'd need to watch the AP's burn.

But logic preceded Singer, as did also a little thing called math.
The former irrefutable; the latter, well, it's math.
So upon the stricken Martingales grim melancholy sat.
There seemed no way Singer could overcome all that.

But Alan liked the concept, of quitting when ahead,
And math, the much despised, was put aside for dead.
When the forum dust had settled, and they saw what had occurred,
The rep of Martingales lay with tax returns interred.

From five thousand keyboards and more there rose a lusty yell.
It rumbled through Best Buys; it sent WOV to hell.
It sped across the globe and recoiled in every flat,
For Singer, mighty Singer, would get a whack at that.



Ten thousand screens were on him as he waxed so eloquent,
Ten thousand ears listened to his Martingale fervent.
Then while the writhing arci clenched his taxes to his hip
Defiance gleaned in Singer's eye, a sneering "get a grip."

And now the tax-filled envelopes came hurtling through the mail,
Singer stood watching them, hoping for a fail.
Photos of the envelopes the audience had been fed.
"That ain't the deal," said Singer. "Strike One," the umpire said.

With a smile of Christian charity, great Singer's visage shone.
He fueled the rising tumult, but bade the game go on.
He signaled thus to arci that the taxes were askew.
Ignoring all his backers' pleas, and the umpire said, "Strike two."

"Fraud" cried the maddened thousands, but Alan told them to hush.
No claims of illegality, even if deductions were all mush.
Singer's face grew stern and cold, they saw his cred begin to strain,
And they knew that Singer's taxes would clearly all explain.


The sneer is gone from Singer's lip; his fingers typing hate,
He insults recently departed, and says it's all just fate.
And now arci sends more taxes, and Alan opens them so slow.
And now the air is shattered by Rob's claims of being pro.

Oh, somewhere in another forum, the sun is shining bright.
Jerry Logan's playing somewhere, and Belly's feeling quite alright.
And somewhere Martingales are laughing, and somewhere Rob has clout.
But there is no joy at Best Buys

 

Here is another laugher when Penny Pincher Alan writes his farewell



Adios

You're right, I haven't. And because of posters like HardEight being allowed to throw their insults at me and making Antisemitic posts apparently with the indifference of the owner who claims to be of Jewish descent, I've decided to leave this forum. I already sold it to Dan so it's now not only his headache and seeing the posts here are no longer a distraction.

I certainly have nothing to gain by being here, nor is there anything to learn here.

Adios.

 

Thanks for posting my ditty. It wasn't half bad. If I'd known the Aces Hi story, I would have worked it in there.

 

Everybody in here is at least a gambling addict, who doesn't understand his/her own problems let alone the if's and how's of those of others. Comes down to "you don't appreciate me, so YOU have the problem".

My guess is that Alan, and perhaps Rob with him, come off this way (to everyone here) by way of their career/pastime psychological defenses to gambling. Alan doesn't really blow all his money or time at the casinos, or online, going over and over the usual childish crap. He doesn't see real value in either system or advantage play per se. He does, on occasion, have some significant insights into gambling and gamblers - even the real mathematics along the way. And as such, doesn't get caught up with all the explaining, venting and airing . He lets people talk, allows for the potentially deeper relevance in what others post. Especially, he doesn't make up piles of really layered shit for "censoring" his (sold) basically uncensored gambling forum.

I'm pretty sure that also he gets a real kick out of the stuff you guys spend years posting up. Funny flowery stuff. Screams lunacy.

 

"Everybody in here is at least a gambling addict" is quite a declaratory reach. Maybe "everybody in here is a posting addict" would be better supported.

"Gambling" is too broad a term, anyway. There are "machine addicts," certainly. "Money-in-play addicts," sure. "Hoping for a lifestyle" addicts, yeah.

Now's an appropriate spot for me to recommend, as I always do, "Addiction By Design" by Schull. Best gambling book I've read in decades, maybe ever.

 

I was watching the NBA finals on TV and noticed a similarity between the physical appearance and broadcast style of both Alan and Mike Breen.

 

Ah, but with gambling forums, ie, posters who post claims to then claim that they don't have to prove any of it, you have to be a tad suspicious. Guilty before proved innocent. (Nothing like being proved innocent rather than merely not guilty?)

At any rate, would you lend money to someone in a casino? Of course not. Why is that? It's called pissing into the wind.

Gosh, monkeys typing?

 

I'm not quite as cynical because, frankly, I know people who win, at least at "games of opinion."

The thing is, games of opinion are either pari-mutuel or have pari-mutuel aspects, so almost by definition those who win at such games can't share what they do. They're also vulnerable to data mining, thus full disclosure would be asinine.

That's why the whole "king of the frat boys" behavior is suspect.

 

Wasn't Nash's stock-market economics work based on full disclosure? Something real.

At any rate, it's been my repeated experience that keeping secrets never, at least in a direct manner, benefits the one keeping the secrets. More often harms.

Alan comes off a snooty guy. Doesn't appreciate anyone over there. I don't care. We all climb off the merry-go-round at different points for different reasons. Some people wind up alone speaking no lies, and hearing no lies. Some end where start, shooting the shit, and believing everyone else's. Some actually solve the thing. Some find snooty, mythical rationales which indirectly protect them. Chasing windmills is a good way to stay out of real trouble.

Moreover, there's everything to gain from far reaching thought-experiments. Science, the physical and mental after all, is finite. It can't explain itself. Like a computer program requires always another line to describe itself in entirety. Every game, discovery, etc, has a finite moves, explanation, respectively. On the other hand, even what we do now has implications for the past. The universe evolves as we evolve. No harm in looking, or not looking. Each of these observations or experiments effect the outcome differently. (John Wheeler, one of the last contemporaries of Einstein's generation, thus contemplates the reason for existence, itself.)