Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Good Talk

Now really, is that good talk?

11 comments:

M. Bouffant said...

Good type on country music.

Great typing, for TheDC.

Ed's latest spew also worthwhile.

vacuumslayer said...

Good talk? In economical 2-word format?

How about:

Let's fuck.

or

Here's pizza!

Substance McGravitas said...

Ed says the grassy knoll is bunk.

Substance McGravitas said...

Good type on country music.

I dunno, that kinda country music has been around for a long time. It's like he never heard "Okie from Muskogee".

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Mormon Sheriff Ralph Lamb was Las Vegas' longest serving sheriff, 1961-1978, and was very instrumental in modernizing the police force as Las Vegas emerged from a city dominated by gangsters into the corporated-owned of today.

Good talk, if you read it sideways.
~

Substance McGravitas said...

And now that I think of it I was listening to this the other day and I wondered whatever happened to that guy.

His last interesting act was filing an age-discrimination lawsuit against the Grand Ole Opry.

M. Bouffant said...

Ed's full of it; you don't shoot over the top of something if there's a side.

I suspect Merle was taking the piss on that one.

Substance McGravitas said...

Merle was pretty politically active in the last presidential election and he was pretty miffed about how crazy Republicans had gotten. As a result he had to give a lot of interviews in which people would bring up Okie from Muskogee and he treated it like it was a straight song. I believe him (although I doubt he'd have passed up a joint at the time).

mikey said...

Oh dear.

Ed has trouble with the concept of cause and effect.

In the fifties, sixties and seventies Las Vegas was a mob town. That is, there were rules, and they were enforced without mercy or compunction. The police were there to keep the traffic flowing, and to scrape up drunks and midwest merchants who panicked when they realized they'd lost their car, house and business, and wanted to do something stupid.

But if you were a REAL problem child, somebody who might cause trouble of the sort that would cause a ruckus and possibly have a negative impact on the rubes who were the entire reason why the place existed in the first place, you got one conversation - they'd tell you the rules. After that, well,there's a big desert out to the east and the crime didn't matter, pickpockets, cons, purse snatchers, strong arms and stickup men, everybody got the same hole in the ground.

I got taken aside in Vegas in '74 and told "mikey - you can get a little weird sometimes. That's okay, just don't do it here." There was no question they were serious - and I knew that you could fuck around with the uniforms, but there was another, more basic and absolute set of laws functioning here.

Today? Hell, see if you can get a cab to take you north of the Strat after midnight anymore. We could use a little of what the Gentlemen were selling back in the day...

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

sounds a lot like Milwaukee, mikey.

don't fuck with the burghers, or Chief Breier. We may be talking about 300 bucks, not the thousands common in Vegas, but in this environment, that still buys a hella lot of sausage.

And to the east, there is one helluva deep pond.....

Smut Clyde said...

How about:
Let's fuck.
or
Here's pizza!


MORE BEER.

from a city dominated by gangsters into the corporated-owned of today.

Not quite seeing the distinction here.