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I was on this shit when it first hit the paper, being that I live in this hellhole.
This town has decided to go after the Tourist Dollar with a vengeance, and to try to ditch the "Fayettenam" label they've had hanging around their neck like it was Coleridge's albatross.
They first tore down the 300 block of Hay Street--one-half of one of the more notorious strip-club districts in the Southeast. That didn't work.
Then they tore down Rick's Lounge, which was at one time the most famous strip joint on the East Coast, and built a police station where it once stood. That didn't work.
They went across the street, tore down all of the strip clubs over there--which really needed to be torn down--they were foul, man--and built the Airborne and Special Operations Museum. That didn't work either.
They even had a mock funeral where they wrote the word "Fayettenam" on a board and buried the board. You guessed it: it didn't work.
Basically, we're so starved for jobs that we'll take a bunch of $5.25 seasonal tourism jobs and brag about how wonderful it is that we've created all these new positions.
I wrote to the paper with my suggestion: ditch all this tourism bullshit (I didn't use that word, sorry) and get us some Merchants of Death in here. We need some armaments factories. This is the perfect place to set up a weapons plant--we've got a half-empty industrial park plus a lot of textile plants that are idle; we've got plenty of people to staff the plants; we've got a great place to test the new weapons; we've got one of the larger consumers of weaponry right down the street, hence no shipping costs; and we've got thousands of troops who'd give their left nut to be able to test new weapons for them. They'll even do it free--feed 'em and give 'em a full tank of gas, and these guys will be there bright and early to fire the new guns.
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