I've never been to Las Vegas

--but something in me tells me that, in dismissing the metaphysical implications inherent in the phenomenon of  Wayne Newton's singing of 'Blue Velvet,' I may have  fundamentally failed to comprehend what, at its glitziest, the Mob can be. What though the Colorado' River's water and hydroelectric power be wasted on a Desert Gomorrah, whose sole purpose at its very inception was to be a Refuge for Bandits (and their money)! Che-rist Almighty.  Even now, a century since, the colossal collusion of local corruption and federal powers--and the Mob--in the creation of Las Vegas is a stench in my pious Westerner's nostrils.

I Perceive, from these and other remarks I've made, that what I most--not hate--dislike in this world is the plain, simple (Sicily-derived) Mob.  Cosa Nostra. Crime that tries to be organized. And I realize that, in the case of Las Vegas, I may be mistaken in thinking: ¡What a Waste of Resources! and perhaps I should (just get down out of my head-space and) recognize the vibrant sexual undertow which has fashioned this American Siwa Oasis (which anyway used to have a lot of homosexual orgying going on in it). Maybe Las Vegas is the paraphilia capitol of the universe. It certainly deserves to be.