
Ok, so it's surreal to be in Las Vegas, as always. You step off the plane and you are immediately in an airport arrival terminal crossed with an intense slot machine lounge, replete with depressed people throwing away their life savings and plasma TVs blaring at you about shows with fire, tigers, dancers, dangers, and more tigers. Southwest lost my luggage (I hate them a lot at this point), and Dollar Rent-a-Car took about an hour and a half, and then traffic into the city was horrific. Billboards along the drive into town displayed ads for depression, foreclosure, Sebastian the Madman Magician, and Carrot Top. Epcot style giant castles, pyramids, strip clubs, and signs advertising huge plots of land to add your own hotel dot the roads. And then listening to Mitt Romney's radio commercials telling me about how he supports a marriage between a man and a woman just kind of sat on top of this heap of tackiness.
This place that has grown way too quickly way too fast.
I'm doing my first caption contest for OpenLeft.
Here's my entry for the pic: "Las Vegas, where it's always 1988'
More soon.
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