No remix here, don’t take the spirit, don’t build your own version. There’s money in them thar hills.
But that’s not the game, not the way we play in Vegas. The house always wins. And the house doesn’t like change.
Las Vegas isn’t here to change the future, to build a better society. It’s here to turbo-charge the one that exists, to lock-down and put a price on every last piece, to burn it out before it disappears for good. Peak oil? We’ve just hit peak Vegas.
It’s the last party in town, a big “well done, lads” to the dutiful soldiers of an idealistic way of life, an economic doctrine that thought it had won when the nemesis disappeared, and collapsed in on itself in celebration.
Welcome to Caeser’s Palace, boys.
For if these truly are the last days of Rome, we’re going to throw a hell of a party.