So I’m perfectly willing to wager my life against sums as small as fifty dollars. If you had my tinnitus you’d understand.
But in the comments on that post, Billy questioned the legal ramifications should anyone else bet against my life, and win.
Obvious thing first; how is that my problem?
But. I admit, I have vague long-term plans of appearing on network T.V. and offering to bet my life against spoiled lying morons. Forget that fifty bucks; given the crap they spew, I’m perfectly willing to risk my life against nothing but the satisfaction of proving they’re cowardly wankers.
Tinnitus, remember. For all I know that’s why van Gogh cut off his ear. Probably didn’t even do it on a wager, the moron.
Anyway, the W.O.R.M. wouldn’t propose this without a solution. Let’s say I get a Daily Kos/Keith Olbermann-type to bet his life against mine on some outlandish progressive claim. Oh, wait. That won’t happen. They don’t have my tinnitus.
Plus they’re cowardly wankers.
But for the sake of argument, let’s say a life vs. life bet. How do you collect without the survivor being punished for murder, or manslaughter, or whatever?
Two words: international waters.
The loser rents the ocean-worthy vessel. It’s not like he’s on a budget anymore, right? Then he and the winner chug out, say, two hundred miles from shore. The winner makes sure the following exchange is filmed, where the loser says, “You know what? I’m gonna swim back from here. You go on without me. I’ll be fine!” And hops out.
Several of my readers know me personally. Anyone care to claim I wouldn’t do it?
Of course, since I’m both not-suicidal and a Christian, I would try to make it back. But since I’m also not willing to welsh on a bet (and I have tinnitus!) we’d just rinse and repeat until the inevitable burial at sea.
I don’t see how even an ambitious prosecutor could nail anyone for taking someone else out for a swim.