Boisterous GOP state Representative Joe Trillo has found a new cause to bloviate about: the "world-class casino" he is promoting, not very successfully, for Quonset Point.
Phillipe and Jorge are fairly ambivalent about casino gambling in Vo Dilun. People who want to bet are going to bet, after all, whether it's plunking down money on the NCAA's March Madness or staring like a zombie at an electronic slot machine — here or across state lines.
But might we ask a fairly obvious, starter-kit question of Representative Trillo: where are you going to get the water to supply your world-class casino? It is doubtful QP could handle that kind of demand along with its other successful development projects. The Hunt-Annaquatucket-Pettaquamscutt aquifer that serves the region nearly dries out during the hotter months as it is, due to the hissing of summer lawns being watered.
Just fine, all this, until your house catches fire and you need a bucket brigade hauling in water from Narragansett Bay to squelch it. (Just how well do you know your neighbors?)
Can we expect this casino will feature Stoly vodka combined with packets of dry Kool-Aid mix for that quick picker-upper? Will patrons be using large trenches built in vast, theme park-style Quonset huts (get it?) when they feel the need for a quick snake? And instead of morning showers, perhaps quick rinse-offs using bottled water propelled by jet engines on the old Navy airport runway?
Sometimes the simplest questions are the hardest ones, hey Joe?
KICKING A DEAD HORSE
Had enough disturbing viewings of Lincoln Patrolman Edward Krawetz kicking an allegedly drunk, obstreperous — and handcuffed — woman in the head yet?
No, you haven't, if the local media are calling the shots. Our Little Towne's TV stations and The Urinal seem obsessed with showing video clips and photos of the incident.
Phillipe and Jorge would guess the victim in question is not proud of her actions — and not pleased be on the receiving end of this ongoing public humiliation. But that's OK, because she is just a cheap, sodden loser from a gambling den, and it's what people of her ilk deserve, right?
P&J would bet this year's mortgage that if this were JARhead Gene Valicenti's wife or Urinal publisher Howard Sutton's spouse getting popped in the head with a size 12 brogan, it would not get featured billing day after day, running more than ads for an NBC sitcom and pushing meaningful news off the front page.
This bottom-feeding — and blatantly discriminatory and demeaning — approach to coverage is why respect for so-called "news" outlets is bottoming out at light speed.
Further evidence of the media's warped values: the weeks-long saturation coverage when a good-looking white woman is abducted or killed, wherever she may live in the world, while the tragedies of poor, suffering, local women who may not be in the Amanda Knox Beauty Pageant receive scant attention even the day after a hideous event takes place. That's the real crime here, folks. And it is very, very sad.
Maybe it's time to put the boot where it belongs: to the empty heads of the Biggest Little's editors and news directors.
PAY TO PLAY
Say what you will about the Rhode Island Young Republicans President Travis Rowley — and P&J love that wild and crazy guy — but the boy is clever.
