- WELL THAT HAPPENED: Escaping Neverland
- Photo contest garners stirring moments
- MUSIC BOX: Get weird with Peelander-Z
- GET OUT: Motley crews command the desert
- FEATURE STORY: New American Anthem
- Riotous sequel pokes more fun at Jackson life
- FEATURE STORY: The Journey to Jackson
- MUSIC BOX: Sodapop’s Bottomless Well
- FEED ME: World’s best street food is made in Wilson
- GUEST OPINION: Climate Change is my fault
Props and Disses: 1.2.13
DISS Powerball: Wyoming is not for sale
What aspect of a state lottery is in adherence to the cowboy credo adopted by Wyoming lawmakers two years ago? The last two of 10 qualities ascribed in the Cowboy Ethics Code seem to expressly forbid one: “… remember that some things aren’t for sale, and know where to draw the line.”
State Rep. David Zwonitzer, R-Cheyenne, will once again sponsor a bill that would allow for an independent state lottery or make it legal to join the national disgrace of Powerball. A lottery bill has failed three times in the last six years, and Zwonitzer’s lottery bill failed in the 2011 general session by a 27-33 roll call. Jim Roscoe and Keith Gingery were in opposition; Ruth Ann Petroff voted for it.
Zwonitzer says he’s tired of seeing Cheyenne residents run for the border to Colorado whenever the Powerball jackpot starts soaring toward eye-popping numbers like $500 million. The revenue brought in by joining the national sweepstakes is estimated to be between $12 and $14 million, annually. Combined with a separate state lottery, some believe up to $40 million could be generated for road repair or whatever.
At what price are we willing to sell our soul – $40 million, $400 million? What if some expert testified that Wyoming could bank $40 gazillion by selling sucker citizens a long shot scratch-and-sniff card? Some things are not for sale, and the headaches a lottery would bring aren’t worth any price.
So what if a bunch of Cheyenne losers jump in their Honda beaters and head for the nearest Front Range 7-11 when Powerball payouts start climbing? They already bolt for the border to buy their “medicinal weed.” Are we going to legalize pot, too?
Mike Moser is a steadfast supporter of a lottery. Full disclosure: He’s the executive director of the Wyoming State Liquor Association. He said gambling is already in the state, referencing the boozed-up zombies playing nickel video poker at 789 Bingo on the Rez.
Wyoming is one of seven sensible states with no lottery. Let’s take the high road and be the last one standing on this. We aren’t that desperate yet.
PROP Watchdog agencies: necessary evil?
The American Civil Liberties Union has proved itself mildly useful in the past 92 years but mostly they have been a real pain. Their latest is a crusade to dismantle nativity scenes and crosses when they appear anywhere near public property.
Defending striking workers, anti-war protesters, and the rights of prisoners is marginally laudable. The organization’s partnership with the NAACP allowed it to do some actual good during the 1950s and ’60s racial upheaval, but the ACLU’s expansion of the definition of civil liberties, particularly in the areas of separation of church and state, has turned the group into a bunch of overzealous meddlers.
The Wyoming chapter sent the mayor of Jackson a letter about how unhappy they were with the new rodeo prayer and how ANY prayer at a town-sanctioned event is not kosher. If the ACLU truly wants to champion the minority in this country, how about defending a cowboy’s right to get down on his knees before forking a bull?
But without regulators like the ACLU and the Humane Society, we might not ever find out about such atrocities that seem to take place all too often in meat processing plants.
Once again, workers in a Wyoming pig plant – this time at Wyoming Premium Farms in Platte County – were caught on video abusing hogs. Nine will face charges, according to the Casper Star-Tribune.
The only way these rendering facility follies ever get brought to light is the Humane Society uses an insider who poses as a derelict (Korn t-shirt and neck tattoos included?) and gets a job inside one of these houses of horror. He or she gets cozy enough with the inmates there that they don’t feel inhibited at all about field goal-kicking piglets for a hidden camera.
DISS The dinner bell tolls for thee, wolfy
Love ’em or hate ’em, the reintroduced Canadian grey wolf is going to earn its keep in Wyoming this spring. Game and Fish biologists are predicting higher-than-normal mule deer mortality coming out of winter due to the historic drought that took hold over the past year. Lack of forage will result in the large-scale die-off of ungulates, particularly mule deer, say Game and Fish authorities.
Combined with less and less hunters applying for deer tags in Wyoming, it adds up to an abundance of carcasses piled up for wolves and bears come spring.
Don’t make yourself look like a complete idiot and suggest that the Town won’t let you pray at the rodeo. The Town is stopping the concessionaire from LEADING a crowd in a non-inclusive prayer. You can say your own Talibany-prayer anytime, anyplace. Perhaps the overly-faithful need to pray before entering a car wash but most of us don’t need the 24/7 hand-holding. I will give the complaining faithful the benefit of the doubt and say that they probably don’t want to impose their faith upon others so much as they want to, shall we say, wish the best for rodeo participants and each other. That’s dandy. Personally, I find religious rituals to be entertaining & culturally interesting. Some visitors might enjoy seeing Christians asking their God to protect rodeo participants from harm. Native Americans make all sorts of money from selling religious rituals to outsiders. It’s good theater. Timmy T-bow made loads of money by mixing sports and religion. Perhaps the Town is missing out. As for the hog farm activity, is that all that different from the rodeo – harassing animals for entertainment? Are Jewish circumcision ceremonies all that different from female genital mutilation rituals? Those are events I’d like to see at the rodeo.