On, yes, blackjackchamp.com. Of course.
There’s also a NY Times article, so it seems to be real — as real as Mr. Snake Eyes.
No April 1 dateline.
Truth, fiction, stranger.
Interesting times about a billion.
A billion Onions, blazing in the midday sky.
Something like this.
Anyway, an excerpt:
Throughout the 1980s Ai WeiWei lived in an unfurnished apartment at the Lower East Side of Manhattan, yet every few days a full stretch limo picked him up for the drive to the casino. Since he was a rated blackjack card games player, he had full comps at practically every casino in Atlantic City: with free suites, limos, dinners and every other perk at his disposal. Due to his open personality and great skills he got to know many blackjack players from across the United States
“He showed me once those things he makes. I don’t get art, but he never talked much about anything but blackjack, card counting systems, girls and casinos with me. He is a good guy. They better let him out,” Mr. Snake Eyes explains before returning to his table.
I’d say it can’t be made up, but I really just don’t know anymore.
Best of all:
There are currently talks between multiple casino insiders to hold a series of fund raising blackjack and poker tournaments to lobby the US government to impose trade restrictions against China unless Mr. Ai WeiWei is released.