LETTERS

Wink Columnist Sonja,

I have truly enjoyed reading your articles. I'm so proud of you for your intelligence, wit and openness.

Thank you for your honesty. You are precious. I don't know what you look like now, but I am someone who enjoys your column, and has always loved you.

God bless you and peace,

Dear Editor Stacy Willis,

I respectfully disagree with T. R. Witcher on several important aspects of the public/private compendium (July 7).

Mystery is NOT the spice of life; life itself is beyond compare. Life MUST be greater than any combination of its parts.

Neither is the noble purely public.

The nude beach does NOT de-eroticize the body. Eroticism is NOT identical to arousal and neither is absolute. Both must be mutual. I might fantasize about meeting MY ideal woman at a nude beach, but I HATE gravity, so I'll never actually go to a nude beach, hence it can never be thus. And since I can never go, the nude beach becomes noticeably less alluring.

In a very grand sense the private and the public are co-limiting. Whoever has the most is the subset of everybody having enough.

More importantly, the compendium is legitimized by the infinite. The more anyone has, the more there is for everyone else: Because Bill Gates IS a billionaire, is all the proof anyone should ever need for everyone to be a billionaire.

Dear LV Weekly,

I hate to have to keep writing you about this, but you keep forcing me to.

You guys do get the "real" stories out here and there, but you do mix them up with too much "whoredom." I know this town is infested with "pervs" that can't live without staring at a bare crotch (even their own) for more than one minute, but you guys don't have to feed that monster every chance you get.

This story about the whorehouse (June 23 edition) is what I mean! To spend five full pages of a girl spreading her legs for any stranger who has a buck ... ARE YOU KIDDING???!!!!! I know that I wrote you guys off a long time ago as far as being a legitimate journalistic body, but I do keep testing you (checking to see if you got it yet), and it never fails: You're just too addicted to smut—clear and simple.

How could anyone even think of the word "Pulitzer" and this column in the same day??? Any such person is one of those pervs that spends a great deal of time trying to make whoredom legal and perfectly acceptable in open society (meaning hookers on EVERY street corner, EVEN AT THE CORNER FROM YOUR HOUSE), where EVERY girl is bought and sold, EVEN YOUR DAUGHTER, WIFE, MOTHER.

Of course I didn't read the story. WHO WOULD?—except for those that are dying to hear more about hos, which is a waste to me. (Letter-writer) Jay is probably in his/her basement, every inch of his/her walls covered with porn, spanking anything and everything he/she can get his/her hands on, creating messes that he/she won't clean up for years.

It's like the big fat guy that sounds like a girl that men are calling on those "talk to a hottie" hot lines—the guy calling has no clue that the girl on the other end is a guy, and the big fat guy don't care either, just as long as he's getting paid. In fact, the fat guy is dying laughing at it, until he is caught. Well, Jay, you have just been caught. Now clean up your house, throw out the hundreds of thousands of dollars of porn that you have, and PLEASE go to church!!! At least ONCE, huh?" Oh, and did I say anything about God?

Well, this whore that fronted the story ... the day she learns (and all those like her and those that support her) will be too late, for it is obvious that she won't learn until she is in hell and Lucifer's LEGIONS are tearing her to shreds!!!

She is guaranteeing herself an eternity in hell, so Eden, have fun in hell!

Editor's Note:
Whatever.

Dear Circuit Columnist Xania,

After reading your Asylum review, I thought I might be able to shed some light on your observations during the grand opening ... and also tell you of the plagues and fiascos that have cursed that building over the years.

I was a bartender at the Barking Frog from its opening day (September '95) until November 1997. Before becoming "The Frog" (as regulars called it), it was a bar known as Eddie's. I never saw it when it was Eddie's but have been told it was laid out like a barn/hayloft straight out of Green Acres. The reason for the pool tables is because the establishment has a billiards license that requires 12 pool tables to be on premise—not necessarily functioning, though—which explains the extra tables piled in the corner. It is this same license that allows alcohol to be served there. The Frog had six tables upstairs and six downstairs (where the bar currently is). The Frog's bar was originally in the large area in front of the current stage. The place will most likely ALWAYS have those pool tables as it costs way too much money to change an already established alcohol license.

During the summer of '97, the main central air conditioner(s) went tits-up. Replacement costs were estimated to be around $20,000. John Card, then the owner, decided to cut two holes in the front wall and install two window units ... nary enough to cool the 10,000-square-foot interior. So now you know why it was so damn hot in there. The owners over the last few years may have fixed it—but I doubt it. I would love to see that place become a great music venue, but it's been half-assed-run since I can remember. The grand opening of "Live!" was plagued with power troubles ... blown circuits and fuses kept shutting down the band. Once, when bartending there, I simply flicked the switch on the dishwasher behind the bar and a spark arced into my finger, giving me a helluva shock and knocking out ALL the power to the place for five hours. The video-poker players were not happy and neither was John Card when he got the $5,000 repair bill. Speaking of the dishwashers, they were bought used at an auction of Bob Stupak's "Vegas World." If the Asylum is still using those washers, I'd be drinking out of a bottle or paper cup if I were you.

There were also constant problems with the pressure flow of the beer taps. Hopefully this was rectified when they relocated the bar to the lower pool room. Also, I believe "Live!" was closed officially by the health department due to a methane/sewage problem/odor that had also been an embarrassment while it was The Frog.

Yes, back in the day it was a great place and it could be again one day. The high ceilings make ideal acoustics for bands. I would love to see a successful, hip venue but I don't think an off-Strip nightclub is going to work ... at least not the current one. It's gonna take a lot more money and work to get the place going again. When the Sand Dollar blues lounge closed (and before it reopened in its same location), I had hopes the owners would take a look at 5150 Spring Mountain Road. It would have been close enough to the old location to keep the clientele and a perfect venue for the blues. Hell, the pool tables might even have gotten used!

You said in your column, "The Asylum aims to be the first alien-human hybrid to thrive." "Aims" is the key word. I have no doubt the owners are trying their best, but I'll give the place until the end of summer before I see another chain and padlock around the front door.