Oh yes, I know you are all so offended by this; that I, your fearless blogger, would make a case against Vegas. But given that the Sin City is home to the absolute worst humanity has to offer, are you really surprised?
Today I received in the mail a correspondence from the Flamingo Sports Book/Keno lounge stating that the ground rules had been changed for the bet I had placed on the Chicago Bulls making Best Record for regular season in the N.B.A. They stated that “best now means the championship,” to which they attached my ticket (that stated “Best Regular Season Record”). Seems unfair (dare I suggest, illegal?), but since I don’t know if that $20 is worth waging a war with a multimillion dollar casino over, I feel contented in just saying: “I’m never going to Vegas again.”
And why would I? With a crime rate of approximately 70,000 annual overall crimes (over 9,000 of which are violent), and a safety index of 0 (with 100 being the safest), Vegas seems to be the place to avoid.
The one friend I have that lives in Las Vegas spends a considerable amount of his time outside of Vegas, and has even gone as far as to complain about the people that live there. As well he should. From my summation of those I have seen the few times I have been there, the majority seem to be:
And while I’m sure that not all of the people which live within the walls of the most scandal-ridden city in America fit into those three categories (I know my friend and his friends don’t), suffice it to say it’s around just about every corner. And if none of those can be seen in the flesh, there are always fifty of these guys snapping their slut cards at you:
But moreover, it seems as if the obsession we all have with weekends in Vegas come from a deep desire to be one of those people. We want to be so drunk we can’t remember a thing. We feel exhilarated by the thrill of gambling (and often losing) money. And what is the old adage? “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.”
The truth, though, is that what happens in Vegas does not really stay in Vegas. With such a high crime rate, incidences of sexually transmitted disease, the loss of money and property, and the very real problem of alcoholism in our nation, Vegas reaches well beyond its borders. A friend of mine recently stated on his Facebook that he should design a t-shirt with a baby on it and the caption “Everything doesn’t stay in Vegas.” Truer words were never spoken, my friends.
Now, I’m all for a good time, and letting loose just once in a great while. For gambling urges, there’s always the lotto, the Indian casinos, or a local game of senior BINGO. There are local watering holes in just about every town in the country as well. But to contribute to such a degraded, degenerate, defiled city by letting them siphon off every dollar and ounce of dignity that comes within 100 miles of its borders needs to stop. No more Vegas for me, baby.