Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Tax Party at Searchlight, Nevada


Winds blew sands quickly across Searchlight. There was nothing out in Searchlight, but time as fans waited for Sarah Palin. I was surprised, because Sarah Palin had a base in Las Vegas, but she refused to step into the city. She would dip her toe in the pool near Henderson to see if the water was warm enough. She did the same thing in San Francisco. Sarah Palin always stayed clear of the city of Las Vegas. She spoke far from the epicenter as if being downtown insulted her political ideology. I know because I was writing my fourth book about her advertising practices. Sarah Palin was running for President, running against the current President, selling books, autographing books, and invited to host a TV show that was eventually cancelled due to poor ratings. Still, why pick Searchlight to start a national campaign? Police warned listeners. Law enforcement made their message clear. They weren’t prepared for the number of people that expected to drive down the two lane road into Searchlight. I myself got lost and I live two hours away, but occasionally we get lost so that we can find what we are unsure of what we are looking for. This isn’t a play with words, but directions that lead up to a church, library, and school yard. My journey began on the Veterans Memorial Hwy between Las Vegas and Hoover Dam. Blowing dust will blind you outside. Air filters draw in the sand. I stopped at a gas station to eat at McDonalds. The stop can’t be called an intersection. There were no streets. No life to the south. So I returned north. Signs pointed to storage facilities for boats. Places to park RVs. I turned on Cottonwood Cove Road to find a school yard, library, and church. The school was named Harry Reid Elementary School K thru 5. The Tea Party tried to attack Harry Reid by holding their first event at the birthplace of Harry Reid which was Searchlight, Nevada.

Reporting from Searchlight, Nevada

Monday, August 4, 2008

Gibbons Legacy


January 16, 1991, Jim Gibbons is a brave man who served in the military. He will always be loved for returning to military service when he didn’t have to. My ambition was to be a bestselling writer. Jim Gibbons wanted to serve the public. He was already a Nevada State Assemblyman. Members of the Nevada Assembly are elected to a two year terms. The Legislature meets at the Nevada State Capitol in Carson City. Jim Gibbons knew every banker, investor, and had more support than the most popular politicians. Gibbons didn’t have to fight in Iraq, but he did. This made him exceptional. Gibbons legacy was on the fast track to heroic. He returned to active service in the Gulf War.

Reporting from Carson City, Nevada

Friday, May 2, 2008

Distracted by Divorce in Las Vegas, Nevada

Jim Gibbons was distracted by divorce rumors, sexual harassment lawsuits, federal scandals involving bribery. First his wife, Dawn, supported him, then she questioned his motives. Women kept entering the picture. Ladies the Governor wasn’t married to. In fact, one of the women he was seen with was married to a friend that donated money to the Governor’s campaign. Dawn threatened divorce again. The repetition stopped making the news it was as common place as saying that there was a fender bender at a busy intersection. At least we were blessed to have a God fearing Senator. Nevada was thankful for a stable Senator John Ensign who believed in solid Conservative Christian values. Dawn Gibbons filed for divorce.

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Desire : What is Important to You in Business?


The girls in foster care were afraid to return home at 10:00 pm. The state took the girls away from the foster mom when the foster mother’s boyfriend started to abuse the girls as well as take their money from selling candy. Adults on drugs find a way to pay for their narcotics habit. Stealing from children isn’t out of the equation for ex-cons. That is why a bad economy frustrates me. When crooks can’t feed their habit the individuals will turn to any crime, especially when the economy has turned sour. Winter was arriving. I had to find another job. Breathing in the gas fumes was getting to me. Abuse of the foster kids was scaring me, especially the girls who were younger than me, and cried before getting out of the van to return home to the abuse waiting inside their apartment. Many of these young girls didn’t go to school during the day like me. Poor kids are the first to be bullied. These girls had no way to defend themselves at home let alone junior high school. Might makes right. Usually might comes with money. Kids with privilege use money to bully the weak. Their mother didn’t make them go to school so they waited for the candy van to pick them up in the afternoon. By then, I liked making money. The video games using quarters didn’t interest me anymore. I wanted greenback bucks. 501 jeans were easy to earn after working all weekend walking from door to door with cheap chocolate turtles handing out are verbal pitch, I started verbalizing the sales hustle. These lines flowed from my mouth the way water explodes from a dam made of ice under the summer sun as soon as the door opened, “Carmel, almonds, and dark chocolate mixed together. Twelve to a box. If you help me, I will be able to earn a trip with my friends to Great America. See, I am a member of the Student Aid Program. The Student Aid Program is a youth organization designed to keep kids off the street. Now we have Chocolate Waffers, Peanut Brittle, and these Mints. The Mints are new. You would really be helping me out. I have never been to Great America before. Please help me out. $3.00 per box. We take checks or cash.”