The Strip Times - Est. 1902 - Las Vegas - Daily Columns

Friday 14^th June 1946
Reporter: Kenny Jenkins

“Sands of Sin City”

To all you fine upstanding law-abiding citizens of Las Vegas; The slope has been slipped. It’s time we stand up to those that would see you destroyed in a heartbeat if you got in their way. This fine city of sin has been plagued by an evil that has devoured our young minds and regurgitated nothing but soulless creatures from the deepest pits of the blackest abyss.

Just yesterday I was rudely bumped into by a young whipper snapper no more than 14 years of age. I stalled hesitantly waiting fruitlessly for an apology from the youngster, instead all I was met with was an obscene profanity filled rant about how I should “get out d’way old man” and “you’re in the wrong neighbourhood motherfucker!”, I usually don’t resort to direct quotations of the profane nature, but you, the people need to know what is happening to our American youth.

I see it every day, hoodlums loitering around corner shops, gambling with dice. Young men no more than 11 or 12 in some cases holding wads of cash as they go from one person to another in a mob of youth all shouting and calling out their bets. The nice, friendly neighbourhoods where being a neighbour meant looking out for one another and keeping your children safe, are now the ghosts of bygone days. These days, hoods like Summerlin and Paradise are now nothing more than breathing grounds for gangs and illegal outfits.

We know who you are fellas, you’re the so called omerta, the costra nostra, the worst import from Italy since banking! You are turning our youth into tough guys, wise guys and dead guys! It needs to end.

Now, I know not all these mobsters are Italian or even part of the infamous costra nostra, but I can’t tell my eyes one thing and my ears another; I see what I see, and I hear what I hear. My job as a reporter in this fine city is to get the scoop and reveal the truth, and today ladies and gents, boy do I have a scoop. Information that should make you pick up arms and run these slimeballs out of Nevada.

I received this intel from a very close friend and informant who has managed to get in with these creeps, rest assured what I’m about to tell you is God’s honest truth.
 

Everyone knows that the Casinos in this town are run by these guys. You got your “Sicarios”,” Out of the Ashes”, “Calicos”, “Balloon Goons”, “Phoenix Rising” and so on. You got all these crews headed by very rich casino owners who all have the city officials in their pockets; The LVPD, the Nevada State gaming commission, the mayor’s office and even members of congress are tied up in this. This goes deep.

My informant has told me six names of the head Las Vegas puppet masters. The ones who speak behind closed doors, the ones who are rarely seen in public and the ones who know what you had for breakfast three mornings ago.

I could get into a lot of trouble for writing this, but I’m a man of the people and the people need to know. Keep an eye on your kids folks, there are some very bad men in this town. Each new column I write I will aim to reveal something new about the six families’ activities, and if anything should happen to me, I slip and fall down a flight of twenty stairs, I have a sudden cardiac arrest while playing golf or a freak accident occurs to me; you can rest assure that the information I obtain will be leaked via the many avenues of eyes and ears I possess.

Today however, I will reveal one thing, and that’s the truth about what happened to the Pallas brothers, the ones who mysteriously disappeared two months ago right before their business “The Griffin’s Nest” was bought out at less than half its market value, coincidentally, by one of the six names I have in my possession.

Well, it turns out the brothers never disappeared, in-fact they never left Las Vegas at all. They are currently enjoying a lengthy stay, 6-floors below “The Blue Martini club” in an eloquent cement fused double room.

This club which is located on the strip of course, is in-fact owned by a known associate of the Sicario crime family, the same one who is directly connected via business partnership and casino stake to the high ranking name I have just this morning handed over to the Federal Bureau for further investigation.

Check-mate hoodlums. Who’s the old man now?

This is Kenny Jenkins, signing off on another scoop in the beautiful but dark city of Las Vegas.

Reporter: Kenny Jenkins