Don't think Commie thoughts, don't think Commie thoughts
Visible from the new digs in central Las Vegas, the terrifying black-and-gray edifice of the World Market Center resembles nothing so much as the Ministry of Love in George Orwell's 1984, in which enemies of the state are sequestered from the proles and right-thinking members of the Party for years at a time, and all manner of psychological puppetry goes on in windowless rooms until the unlucky resister recants and begins to love Big Brother. I like to think that the thing you must begin to love within these walls is Capitalism itself. Not the dollar, not selling or buying, but the whole system in toto. A sort of affection factory for the notion of doubling and tripling one's money.
posted by Wil at
9:10 PM
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The word on the street is that somewhere at the top of this building a night club will open. Perhaps it's here where the newly converted capitalists will have drinks together, shake it up the dance floor, and begin networking for business contacts. I'll get you a full report once I infiltrate.
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Anonymous, at 12:29 AM
Hey, I really hope you're right! That's what I'd want to do after my trip through the Ministry: cut a rug & stargaze with my dollar-sign eyeballs. I'm not being sarcastic.
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Wil, at 3:55 PM
That is a butt-ugly building!
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junebee, at 6:08 PM
Some convention built so they can use it once a year. Nice, huh.
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Anonymous, at 8:35 PM
Can you cut a rug? REEEAAALLLY? If so, you MUST join me (in the event of infiltration) so the stargazing can be shared with one also star-struck by the possible visual incarnation of capitalism.
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Anonymous, at 4:13 PM
Is it capitalism or a fear of natural light? I like the brazen horror of this building -- it's not trying to sparkle, it's like... forget sparkling.
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Lydia Netzer, at 7:23 PM
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