The Upper House on Beacon Hill votes for a Casino Bill that forbids smoking in gaming rooms and enjoins all notional gambling houses from employing illegal immigrants.
Humble Elias shits you not, that was one of the amendments tacked on yesterday, no lung cancer and no pit bosses named Liam or cocktail waitresses named Rosita from "Arizona".
Sheer genius, the greybearded solons in our State Senate have pondered deeply and at length and this is the path they've discerned that'll lead Massachusetts back to prosperity.
And not for nothing, but the State Senate spent almost a month polishing this turd to a high Marine Corps Shine, meanwhile not one hearing has been called to answer allegations of boodling, chiseling, kickbacks and payroll padding at the Probation Department.
Not One!
Hell I'm ready to flee to the Baja, at least the crime and corruption there is served straight up without any sugary hypocrisy or blovation about prosperity.
I say this with sorrow, I didn't see a spot of blood on the moon last night, nor any other harbingers but some of these people in the state legislature are gonna lose their phony baloney jobs this fall, and casinos will be their lifelong gift to the Commonwealth as a consequence.
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