Going to Sin City, going to have some fun

Like Bugsy Siegel, I have a dream.

One of my goals is to turn Richmond into Sin City, USA, a cross between Amsterdam, Las Vegas, the San Fernando Valley, Mardi Gras, and Spring Break, a hotbed of legalized gambling, prostitution, pornography, and drugs. A center for the creative arts - fashion and media - like Paris, Milan, NYC, and Hollywood. A technology center like Silicon Valley and Cambridge, Mass. Because, otherwise, what do you have? The Capital of the Confederacy? Don't make me laugh. A second-rate center for finance, commerce, and advertising? Ditto. A Charlotte or Atlanta wannabe? Mega-dittos. A cesspool of corruption and inefficiency? Damn straight.

Richmond is already the home of tobacco, a legal drug arguably more addictive than crack. All I want to do is throw some additional, and arguably less harmful, vices into the mix.

And if it takes my boot up the ass of every little old church lady, every narrow-minded Babbit, every family values phony, every redneck ignoroid state legislator, every sissified wishy-washy whitebread governor, and every Mickey Mouse dress code enforcement agency, until they can brush their teeth with my shoelaces, then I have only five words: bend over and open wide.