“I have carpal tunnel syndrome, lupus, and COPD …” – so the dealer told me, and I could believe it.
This dealer “Maggie”, at the black-jack table, seemed cool enough … she was nice … she gave me advice – “don’t hit on 14 if the dealer is showing a low card hun”. So I played some “21”, and I won a little, and I lost a little more, and I won a little more – I ended up losing about $140.00 in Vegas (and I considered that a success).
I didn’t go to “Vegas” for vacation, I had to go for work. A major software vendor for the public school systems was holding a kind of developer/user conference and in my new job it was my role to go, and take notes, and participate. But from the very moment I arrived there, in that town, I was grossed out.
The walk from Planet Hollywood to the Flamingo nearly made me vomit – like the stench from Hell’s anus.
The side-walks of Las Vegas were sticky … with some kind of amalgam of protein based fluids … and there were throngs of illegal aliens handing out little cards – advertisements for under-age sex-traffic.
The casinos were mazes, designed to confuse, to trap, to keep people “winning” …
I asked a floor boss for directions, knowing that whatever advice I would be given would most likely be another deception – and this too did not disappoint. The floor boss had given me directions that would send me right back onto the casino floor – but I knew enough to realize his game … I ignored the dude’s directions, and followed my instincts … and escaped that trap.
I quit smoking about 12 years ago – I’ve smoked a little since, but mostly quit. I didn’t buy one cigarette in Vegas … and by the time I had left I felt like I had smoked about a carton of cigarettes … and not the expensive kind.
Everywhere I looked I saw sadness, desperation, and a fruitless attempt at being the “success” that our media, and our “leaders”, and other zombie sociopath types say “you gotta be” – and in each case these wanderers towards the mirage of Americana were tossed and broken upon the reefs of harsh experience.
Sticky, smelly, slimy, gross – these are the adjectives I apply with some censorship towards Las Vegas.
“But Dan, you’re not being fair!” – bullshit.
And here’s one more thing …
“Vegas” isn’t special.
Sure, Las Vegas is extreme, but it is merely an exaggeration of America today – Vegas is just the U.S.A. with the volume turned up … but Vegas, per se, is not qualitatively different from the rest of our nation … Vegas is just a littler further down the road of self-destructive scum-baggery.
And I wish the platitude, “what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas” were true – God how I wish that were true.
Truthfully: the nasty-misery that is Vegas stuck to my soul and I will be spending the next few weeks trying to wash that diseased mire out of me.
(viva Las Vegas)
The sequence of events that follows the consumption of “activia” and the general intestinal wellness that accrues from this … and the anal pleasure of well-formed feces.
I am not a prophet.
I don’t have some special mission, I do not possess some special connection to the universal … whatever … whatever you want to name the unnameable everything.
I am not touched by God, nor do I believe I am some minion of the Devil.
My words are my own, as much as such can be true – given we are all members of a human community.
I sense that something dark, ugly, dangerous, and probably cataclysmic is just over the horizon, and that event-horizon is not years away, but more likely months away (or even days and weeks).
I do not claim to “see signs”, and yet signs of one form or another are everywhere – no special discernment is required to see them.
I would ask that people remember, now and in the trials to come, that there is nothing more important than love, family, liberty and truth.
There may come a day when brother will be turned against brother, parents against their children, and friends become enemies – this does not have to be, but it is likely to be.
So yeah …
I’ve disconnected myself from TWITTER and LINKED-IN and I will likely close down my blog and youtube channel next … or … who knows … maybe I don’t need to close them down … maybe they will be closed for me.
Just remember that FACEBOOK friends are make-believe, and the world outside your window is not.
Remember your dignity, and what is important – and “important” can be defined in so many ways …
We might consider ourselves “innocent”, because we claim to have no responsibility for the sins committed against the world or each other – but this is a lie.
We are all responsible.
We are all about to be held responsible.
(actions have consequences)