By Rolando Larraz
As a matter of record, I would like to make sure that everyone knows that the Las Vegas Tribune is located in the center of downtown Las Vegas; also as a matter of record, the homeless problem affects all of us in this institution. It is personal, but is also not personal, if you know what I mean.
Since I learned that no one can do a thing to solve the issue of homelessness and I was told that the Councilwoman of Ward 3 does not like to “upset” her fellow Americans who are down on their luck and therefore will not do a thing to remove them from occupying their current spaces, I have taken that task upon my shoulders.
Now when I arrive at the office I get a broom and dust-pan and march to to the parking lot. I look for dirty toilet paper and I look for feces and pick them up and take them to the middle of the street and dump them there hoping that Councilwoman Diaz will be happy with her constituents who pay no taxes, pay for no business license and spend all their checks on drugs and booze.
Yes, checks — because some of them get up to two checks that only last between twenty-four to forty-eight hours.
Some people have asked me why I keep Chuck Muth in the front pages so much and even if the placement of articles relies on Maramis, the Managing Editor. The reason may be that most of the articles Chuck writes are comparable with the editorial line of this newspaper and he is good at that.
Have you read his last week’s article on the homeless? If you have not, you have to read it; nothing can be said better than Muth put it in his article; it was well prepared, well researched and truthfully done.
The article shows how Democrats twist the truth and expose the issues as it is convenient to them and to their benefit; the woman in the article is portrayed exactly as she is: a liar, a user and abuser of the system.
I believe that those Socialist-Communist Democrats are capable of doing anything and everything to get their way; the Billy Bush tape recording issue and the Russian plot; and they complain because he fired James Comey, because he called him or her by a dirty name.
Everything with Donald Trump is wrong. I wrote about the Jeffery Epstein death a long time ago and my assumption that he did not commit suicide. It is my humble opinion that Epstein was killed to avoid an embarrassment to a few very important and powerful individuals, including the famous Democrat president and stainer of the infamous blue dress, and his wife, known for her scandalous misuse of official emails.
Having lunch with Peter Guzman and Otto Merida, the present and past big shots of the Latin Chamber of Commerce, is always a pleasure, but because we talk about everything and every one in a good way, I am not sure I like that: no gossiping, no “off the record” talk, always above board, and such, is not that much fun.
I believe that in the next meeting next Friday, if Otto gets back from Costa Rica, the conversation may get a little interesting. I have the feeling that both Guzman and Merida are warming the waters to get into
serious conversations, but first they want to feel me out and see if they can open up with me, but I am OK with that because I feel comfortable with them and I feel at ease; they are professionals.
I believe I have written about both of them in a more serious manner, but neither have held a grudge and Peter even came to see me at the hospital when I was sick as they had done with Miguel Barrientos and Clark County Commissioner Lawrence Weekly in the past. Of course my two favorite judges I keep incognito so I will not spoil their
reputations for their future political careers.
I am a very grateful person and those who show some type of courtesy to me are always in my heart, which is why I have a soft spot in my heart for them and Ed Uheling and Al Salinas.
I am the type of person that has an elephant’s memory; when someone tries to hurt me or my family I do not forget, but when they do good to me or my family, I am eternally grateful and feel indebted for a very long time.
The problem is that when someone does hurt me or my family I never forget. Once I waited three years to get even with someone who betrayed me until one day while eating in a New York Restaurant someone pointed to another table and said to me, “You remember Frankie, don’t you?” and he was very surprised when he saw me walking to his table to say “Hello, Frankie,” and he almost choked on whatever he was eating, but finally apologized to me.
My name is Rolando Larraz, and as always, I approved this column. Rolando Larraz is Editor in Chief of the Las Vegas Tribune. His column appears weekly in this newspaper. To contact Rolando Larraz, email him at: Rlarraz@lasvegastribune.com or at 702-272-4634.