Folks here at LVA HQ must be feeling a little punchy, as they’ve come up with this bit of Humpday drollery, which I pass along for your diversion.
Recipe:
Take one Steve Wynn …
Add a splash of Marty Allen …
… and you get — a Wayne Newton!
Or, in mathematical terms …
Must you continually run down two of my favorite people in Vegas? Wayne Newton may be too old and too worn out to sing well now, but he was Mister Las Vegas in his prime and we all loved him. I still do. Steve Wynn built some beautiful hotels and he is hands on everywhere in the design, construction, and operation of them. There is nobody quite like him, and the hotels he has built are a dream to stay at. I very much admire his accomplishments. You must have a burr under your saddle when it comes to Steve Wynn. Consider keeping those thoughts to yourself.
Consider reading something else, Mr. McEwen. There’s lots of good books out there.
Love this post, I didn’t realize you were bashing on anyone though by putting a what would their baby look like together. Outstanding.
I can’t take credit for it. A couple of our staffers thought it up and executed it. I can’t Photoshop my way out of a paper bag.
What’s the matter, Mr McKee? Can’t you take a small criticism? You are quite an accomplished journalist and your blogs are generally very up to date on the issues and very thought provoking, but I have noticed that you seem to have a thing against those two men in particular. I have no problem with you ranting against them for something they have done, but why go out of your way to deride them without cause? By the way, I do read books, a lot of them, and I do enjoy your blog most of the time.
I agree with Jerry here. Telling him to not read your blog seems a little harsh in return for him making a minor criticism/comment.
Surely someone in charge of weeding out surely bartendars shouldn’t be that kinda writer.
You’ll be glad to know Mr. McEwen and I have worked out our differences in private, like civilized men. Then, as penance, I attended the premiere of Onyx Theatre’s “Altar Boyz,” which reex, sux, stinx & just generally blowz.