Showing posts with label humanity. Show all posts
Showing posts with label humanity. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 11, 2018

Vegas: Local style


Sin City, an oasis of endless opportunities for debauchery in the midst of a harsh, inhospitable desert landscape devoid of hydration or comforts. For all the fun and enjoyment one can have while vacationing in the glittering casinos, there is more to the city than the gaudy glimmering front portrayed for the world stage. When your luck runs out and there's nowhere else to turn, many people find themselves adrift, wandering the scalding hot, sandy streets and alleys for any meager measure of respite they can eke out for themselves. Las Vegas is a city built for the winners, after all, with luxurious marble and gold-studded suites larger than most middle-class homes, and expansive buffet tables groaning under opulent spreads with caviar and import delights. The idea of a social safety net, while mandated to some degree by the federal government, is not something that latched on especially well in this city. Perhaps unsurprisingly, Las Vegas ranks as one of the highest populations of people without homes despite being one of the country's smaller cities and things aren't looking to get much better as the population grows. There are homeless shelters, a 24/7 open courtyard with port-a-potties, and food banks, but they're often full up or devoid of supplies before the end of the day, and the local government isn't overly concerned with spending money on helping the unfortunate when there are literal fortunes to be made by catering to the rich passing through on vacation. 


This is not to say that there aren't people with good hearts living in the city of Las Vegas! There are truly some incredibly generous, loving souls that do their best to help their community and fellow human, like the Critical Care Comics group, among many many others. It's just that, when it comes to the focus of government spending, you're unlikely to find it going back into the local communities. Vegas thrives by appealing to and attracting visitors from elsewhere, bringing their tourist money to over-indulge and get away from it all, and the locals are more a necessary cog in the machine, replaceable pawns. Yeah, you need a local population to operate as staff for the many different restaurants and casinos, but they don't need to be especially well educated or well-off.  Given as much, it doesn't take much for the rug to come out from under many of the city's working population, and with the cost of living going up while pay remains stagnant, where do they go from there? It doesn't take a genius with odds to see that things are a bit bleak. 



I don't have the answers, I'm afraid. What I do know is that without sufficient awareness, things won't improve. Knowledge is power, isn't it? If you want to help, you can make a donation to the Las Vegas Rescue Mission, or look into other options

Monday, October 29, 2018

Vegas: F*ck you. I'm trying to have a good time


Say what you will about Frank Sinatra and the Rat-Pack, and I don't give a rat's ass what any of those headlining mega-stars that adorn any given showroom on the Las Vegas Strip on any given night might hope to say, you've got to look out to the people on the streets to get the real read on Vegas. What sentence better sums up the ethos behind the city of sin and revelling in hedonistic excesses quite like his sign? Fuck you. I'm trying to have a good time. That could be the advertising slogan for the city, where your entertainment and depravity is of the utmost priority! Behaviors and ensembles that would be considered abhorrent or embarrassing back home are not only given the light of day but a green-light pass as every casino's glittering orifice promises to indulge you in excess, whether your poison be booze, boobs, or buffets. Eat to your triple-bypass-coronary-heart's delight and load up plate after plate with greasy glistening goodies, fresh from the kitchens! You can even get paddled for not finishing your towering portions of food at the Heart Attack Grill, if you're into getting food-shamed in front of strangers, because why not. Not enough alcohol in your Fat Tuesday's tower of neon-colored-oblivion? Get some extra shots in that beeyotch! Because, why not, baby? It's Vegas! If, in your pursuit of having a good time, things might get out of hand, never you fear. That's what it's all about, after all, isn't it? Should you find yourself laying spread-eagle on your belly upon a cold linoleum floor in front of the bathrooms at Harrah's, awash in the highlighter-hues of your drink of doom, security and medical staff will be there to hoist you back up again and jettison you off to a hospital for quick tending to if need be...if you're a tourist, of course. If, on the other hand, you look a bit more like our friend above, a victim of a good time that derailed hard, security will be happy to escort you from the premises expeditiously. Wouldn't want the out of towners to get a glimpse of their potential future, after all, should their good time get out of hand. 



But fuck you. I'm trying to have a good time.