There's the race card and then there's the job card. That's the one that's often played as a reverse logic excuse for the dealing of the first card.
As for how this thread plays out? It's been relatively straight forward so far, all sixes, sevens, jacks and spades with not a heart nor a queen in sight. How it goes from here depends upon the dealer and the pit boss whom, one sincerely hopes, is not banged up in the Congo, democratic or otherwise.
Last edited by cavortingcheetah; 17th Jun 2014 at 06:01.
Reason: Addition of the word 'democratic', an essential ingredient for a response by one who travels on an African passport.