We have a problem here in Las Vegas.
And we better do something about it before our Sin City nickname becomes so real that it stops attracting record numbers of tourists to our hotel rooms.
We refer, of course, to the saga of the Crazy Horse Too.
Let’s be blunt. If there was ever a situation for both the public and private sector to take some extreme actions to deal with a problem, this is it.
Here are the facts.
A significant number of people have ended up in the parking lot of this emporium, bloodied, with broken bones and in some cases paralyzed and dead.
The normal reason appears to be that these patrons had a disagreement with the so-called security working for this establishment, usually over the cost of lap dances.
Worse, it appears that the owner of this emporium had spread around so much in the way of campaign cash that it takes a Federal Grand Jury to investigate this sort of thing as opposed to our own very competent Las Vegas Metropolitan Police Department and our less competent Clark County District Attorney.
Now in most jurisdictions, any establishment with a liquor license—as well as that license which allows young ladies to disrobe in public—which had 467 police calls within the past three years would simply lose its license. Especially given the nature of some of those calls.
But we seem to have a very strong collective stomach here in Las Vegas.
So it takes a Federal Grand Jury and the FBI to arrest the manager of this establishment for lying to a Federal Grand Jury as opposed to a City Council which, looking at the statistics, just yanks the liquor license—and that other one as well—because of the number—and nature—of police calls.
The ACLU can defend nude dancing as freedom of expression all it wants, but we suspect that even those liberal souls won’t be cheeky enough to defend kicking the crap out of patrons as something allowed by the Bill of Rights.
This is the state of Nevada.
We manage to keep about 300 casinos and hundreds of thousands of employees honest with stringent but reasonable regulation.
Why is it we have so many problems with strip joints and the people who come to own them? And, here is another interesting question.
Where is Terry Lanni, the CEO of MGM/Mirage, Gary Loveman, the CEO of Harrahs and Frank Fertitta, the CEO of Station Casinos on this subject?
They seem to have unlimited amounts of time and campaign cash to tell our Governor and State Legislators how to tax us and yet we have never heard a peep from them to their favorite Mayor or City Councilman about stopping a mere strip club from beating up the customers they all share in common.
Is it possible they really believe that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas?
Do they really think that a big strip joint which beats some its patrons senseless is good for business?
Where is Rossi Ralenkotter of the Las Vegas Visitors and Convention Authority who gets a quarter of a million dollars from the taxpayers each year for creating and placing those commercials?
Does he think stories of conventioneers getting the crap kicked out of them at a strip joint will help him bring more conventions to town?
And do these guys collectively think that a firm but pleasant chat with the Sheriff, the District Attorney and the City Council—perhaps in public—won’t have a positive impact?
We’re willing to make the odds better than even money that it will.
How much louder do we have to type?