You Know What’s Scary?

What’s scary is the future of the Harmon.

What’s scary is the future of North Las Vegas.

What’s scary is the possibility that the latter might have no more future than the former.

What’s scary is that Occupy Las Vegas, part of a movement some had hoped would be an energetic liberal answer to the Tea Party, states that it does not “endorse any ideological perspective.”

What’s scary is the potential for one random act of stupidity to set off a chain of events that turns the Occupy movement violent.

What’s scary is parking at UNLV.

What’s scary is the amount of available parking at Sam Boyd Stadium, seven miles from campus, during Rebel football games.

What’s scary is that the Occupy protesters, who are currently demonstrating in a secure, undisclosed location across the street from UNLV, probably have no place to park.

What’s scary is that fewer than 50 percent of Clark County School District students graduate from high school.

What’s scary is a walking tour of superhero-busker hot spots on the Strip.

What’s scary is the possibility that the students who don’t graduate are becoming superhero buskers.

What’s scary is that I recently received an e-mail promoting a “kid-friendly Halloween” as the new exception to the new rule.

What’s scary is that the holiday has become just another excuse for adults to lose what’s left of their inhibitions.

What’s scary is that my friend went to buy a Halloween costume for her 10-year-old daughter and had to leave empty-handed. “They only had two kinds of costumes,” she said. “Serial killer and slut.”

What’s scary is that Saddam Hussein, Osama bin Laden and Muammar Gaddafi are dead, our soldiers are coming home from Iraq, and our national mood still sucks.

What’s scary is that the one thing President Obama and his merry band of Republican challengers agree on is that national symbol of our sucky national mood is a foreclosed stucco home in the suburbs of Las Vegas.

What’s scary is that the number “13.4” is still adjacent to the words “jobless rate.”

What’s scary is that the guy next door moved to town in 2005 for a good job, went underwater on his house in 2009, lost the good job in 2010, was foreclosed upon in 2011, and has been told by several 2012 presidential candidates that it’s all his fault.

What’s scary is that the universe is expanding and the economy still seems to be contracting.

What’s scary is that the sun is a light bulb that will one day burn out.

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