So long stripper truck, we hardly knew ya.

Look, I’m pretty much a local here. I don’t go to the Strip much, if at all unless folks come to visit or we get really cheap show tickets.

And I definitely don’t drag my kid down there at midnight. But apparently the “moral values” dipshits think they need to shut down something that is making a local business some money. So, alas, the stripper truck is no more.

I hate it when uptight nitwits ruin a good marketing venture. I had no need to see the truck, so it didn’t bother me. No one was actually getting naked in it. The Strip is covered in ads for burlesque shows and clubs and whatnot that have scantily clad females on it. Apparently those are fine to the so-called Christians or whatever they think they are.

Look, it’s Vegas. The whorehouses are over an hour away. Stripping is legal, and I don’t want to know what goes on in the all-night massage parlors and 24-hour acupuncture clinics. If you don’t like what Vegas means to the rest of the planet, move back to Provo or Chico or Alpine, TX for all I care. But quit voting for a guy who cheats with his best friend’s wife and then get all irate over a girl in lingerie in the back of a truck.

Hypocrites.

All things considered, this is a good sign.

The less racist teabagger traitors in my city, the better, as far as I’m concerned.

Well, unfortunately this is not a surprise. Las Vegas also comes in dead last in a list of intelligent cities. Yes, this place has a long way to go before we get some respect. Part of it is the transitory nature of many of the folks who live here – a lot of them are working on getting rich quick. Some of it has to do with the hands-off libertarian experiment that says government shouldn’t try to help improve schools, bring in museums, cultivate the arts, etc. And, honestly, this is a new town that grew out really fast without taking the time to worry how to grow *up*.

Either way, at least we’ve still got the meth-head zombie horde in Fresno to kick around.