Hives of Scum and Villainy: What casino gambling in Ohio is all about

When advocates of Issue 3 in 2009 walked away from their victory in Ohio they declared that the “people had spoken.”   Their looting tendencies were infected with the sudden cash cow known as casino gambling which would now become a constitutional amendment in Ohio that had finally overcome the previous four attempts by the casino industry to operate within the long tradition against such things in Ohio.  It might be realized that it was shortly thereafter that election I began this blog, Overmanwarrior’s Wisdom as a personal answer to the debaucheries of politics which placed on my doorstep a casino.  The manner for which Issue 3 passed broke my trust in elected office when the voice of voters was ignored so many times and the Fraternal Order of Police came out in favor of casino gambling.  The method of election approval was the same process that school, fire and police levies all were passed and were rooted back to a basic premise among politicians from Washington, Columbus to Butler County—my own people.  They will impose themselves upon anybody, anywhere to get their hands on more tax revenue.  Essentially, casinos are just new forms of taxation designed to extract wealth from people and put the money into the pockets of public employee unions and politicians.  They are hives of scum and villainy at best and at their worst regress the human race into a primordial cess-pool of vile excrement sympathetic only to the most didactic fragilities of desire.

I am against gambling.  I don’t like Vegas, I don’t like the casinos in Lawrenceburg, I don’t like them in Michigan—I don’t like them in the Caribbean or anywhere in the world.  I don’t like the cheesy shows, I don’t like the stupid color schemes of the typical décor, and I don’t like the employees.  They all have an emptiness to them that is ever-present—as though their minds are turned off.  I don’t like the arrangement of the neon lights, the bulletin boards, or the way the announcers sound.  The food is often good because the casinos use it as a trap to pull people into their maniacal temple of social regression, no different from a trapper might bait a steel cage with delectable food for an unsuspecting animal.  Casinos are parasites to the human condition and they only feed the power and influence of state-run authority by feeding public officials—including police, firefighters and teachers—with more tax money stolen from property owners.  The only difference in this tax is that it is voluntary.  Casinos lure people into their traps with the promise of gain, and send them away back into the world in most cases poorer.  For the few who win, they are taxed on their winnings, and it is there where the taxation is deceptive.  The victor of the money doesn’t mind paying the tax because they won it anyway, so they leave with more money than they came with.  But for the people who tossed their money into the jackpot, they did so only to serve the state and leave the casino to run on a treadmill of productivity again only to gamble their money away weeks later when they’ve accumulated enough to try again.

Down the road from my home in Liberty Township is the Miami Valley Gaming facility which was placed near the wealth and farmland of my community—to extract wealth like a parasite off my neighbors.  The politicians in the area as well as the police support the casino because it is guaranteed revenue to pay for their labor contracts without the constant pressure to get their wages approved by property owners during contentious elections.  They are willing to trade away the soul of the good city of Monroe, named after President James Monroe—a Founding Father—for easy cash and a morally depleted population.

The downward spiral of Monroe began years ago when Larry Flint opened up the Hustler of Hollywood store in Monroe next to the strip joint Bristol’s.  At that “gentleman’s club” there were frequent games of topless volleyball in the back fenced-in area along I-75.  The Christian community around Monroe hated the place, and eventually after several prostitution raids the place went out of business, and remains an empty husk to this day.  But the Hustler store has thrived and broken the will of the traditionalists of Monroe in much the same way Ohio broke the back of voters with the fifth attempt within the decade to pass Issue 3.  Now Monroe has a prison at its exit, a flea market, a Hustler store an outlet shopping center and now a giant casino called Miami Valley Gaming complete with its own race track.  Coming soon, will be more strip joints, because the stage is set, and property value will plummet.  Nobody wants to live next to a strip joint and once Liberty Center moves in at the next exit to the south, real estate investment will be of the more unsavory type—not the high-end establishments that might be found in places like Kenwood and Indian Hill.

It’s a path to decline that is assured.  Nothing good can come out of the Miami Valley Gaming facility.  The restaurant Cin City Sea and Steak along with the supposed dedication to Ohio called  the 1803 Bar are designed to pull in levy supporter types ignorant to the ways of the word with their heads so far in the clouds that they stop by for a quick drink with other adults between running their kids to soccer games so they can earn that “coveted” sports scholarship and learn “teamwork.”  The trusted name of Jim Labarbara, the “music professor” is there to pull in the minds of Butler and Warren County wealth with a blast from the past so that they will connect him to the trust built-in their minds from his years on the radio.  Once that trust is earned, their pockets empty into the mouths of a wolf dressed in sheep’s clothing.

Most reading this will assume that I’m a Bible thumping Sunday puritan that believes that the sins at the casino will bring everlasting damnation to my community.  They would be wrong.  My hatred of casinos is much deeper than that.  I hate the way that casinos pander to people’s weaknesses—attributes that I want to see fixed among human beings, and casinos take people the other way.  The Miami Valley Gaming facility is designed to do one thing—and that is to empty the pockets of the productive and pour that money into the parasites of public service and make the owners wealthy by pandering to both groups.  A casino does not produce wealth, it simply extracts it.  There is no product at a casino, only a chance to win something for a small investment.  There are no inventions being made there, there is no thought—in fact thought is discouraged.  There are games of chance and random winners to keep fools migrating to that hive of scum and villainy.

I’ve been to casinos.  I’ve watched old ladies camp out at a slot machine and dump all of their money coin after coin into them while chain-smoking packs of cigarettes.  One woman I knew once had been a Christian woman who read the Bible every day and ran her family with an expectation of purity.  Her husband took up the hobby of gambling during their middle years and ended up falling for a stripper who was only 21.  The couple divorced and the old woman lived alone for 10 years until she could collect Social Security.  At the age of 69 she took up slots in Lawrenceburg.  At 81 she was a wrinkled up wreck of a woman, her children were busy with their lives and her husband long dead after three failed marriages after their divorce left her broken emotionally as well as financially.  When I asked her what she hoped to achieve at the slot machines her answer was to hit it big—so that she could send money to her kids so they’d come and see her—or so she could fly out to see them.  She had won small jackpots of $1500 and $5000 a few times, but spent it again looking for the big one, the one that would change her life and pour six figure winnings into her pocket.    One time she hit it, she won $150,000 dollars, but by the time she paid the taxes and other associated fees it was just over $50K.  That money was consumed in plane tickets quickly and one visit from her children—the kids who could come and see her did, those who couldn’t she went to see them.  After three weeks, the money was gone and she was back at the slots trying to win more money so she could do it again.  I felt terrible for the lady.  She died a year later at 82 and six people came to her funeral—one was the floor waitress at the casino who had developed a small friendship with the old woman.  How did I know her…………she worked for me.  When I gave her a check every Friday, she took the whole thing to the casino and camped out at the slot machine for the entire weekend hoping coin after coin that she’d get one more chance to see her kids before she died.  That is what casinos are all about.  The casino ruined her marriage and after being alone for a number of years she turned to them for help, because there was nothing else—she was unable to see how the chain reaction of events migrated to her ultimate fall from grace.

In Ohio and everywhere that there are casinos the product they create is misery.  They are traps for human beings designed by crony capitalists and political alliances.  There is nothing—nothing good about them—not even the food.  Everything is a trap which leads to more scumbag behavior for which once ensnared there is no escape.  They were made legal by deceit, they operate under false pretense, and have only a parasitic characteristic as their foundation—and they bring out nothing but the worst in people of all ages and sexes.  That is what gambling in Ohio is all about.

Rich Hoffman   www.OVERMANWARRIOR.com