Stormy, Trump, the thwack heard ’round the world–and me in Las Vegas

thwack heard 'round the world

The magazine cover wielded by Stormy Daniels in 2006

The thwack is back. And I remain no richer for it.

At the sensational Donald J. Trump hush money trial in New York yesterday, Stormy Daniels repeated her claim that her 2006 sexual encounter with Trump in his Lake Tahoe, Nevada, hotel room came after she hit him on the rear end with a rolled-up magazine bearing his countenance on the cover.

In court she apparently didn’t specify the specific magazine. But I know which one it is, and for this reason. When word of the slap heard ’round the world first surfaced in 2018, I thought I had an original copy of the issue, which I hoped to turn into big bucks via the auction magic of Ebay.

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Story about Las Vegas written by far-away reporters wins Pulitzer Prize

story about Las Vegas

Elon Musk as depicted by Reuters

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A story about Las Vegas won a Pulitzer Prize today–but not written by any locals.

A team of reporters at Reuters shared the National Reporting prize for writing about nefarious business activities of Elon Musk. One of those stories, published on July 23, 2023, focused on a Las Vegas-area office of Tesla devoted to talking Tesla drivers out of demanding better battery performance for their electric vehicles.To read the story, click here. That story, along with the series, has caused all kinds of hell for Musk.

I had the pleasure of having dinner with reporters Steve Stecklow, a long-ago colleague long before I became New To Las Vegas on the Philadelphia Bulletin, and Norihiko Shirouzu last year while they were gum-shoeing around town on that story for a few days. Stecklow is based at the Reuters home office in London, U.K., while Shirouzu works out of Austin, Tex.

The story is yet another example of the falsity of that old Las Vegas Convention and Visitors Authority marketing slogan, What Happens Here, Stays Here. I’m adding Musk as a candidate to my counter-list, It Didn’t Stay Here. It’s a roster of folks in trouble elsewhere for something that happened in Las Vegas. Musk joins such luminaries as Donald J. Trump (twice) and Joseph R. Biden Jr. You can see the full list nearby.

Sometimes, things about Las Vegas come into focus only from a distance.

UPDATE ON MAY 7, 2024

Neither the Las Vegas Review-Journal nor the Las Vegas Sun made mention today in their print editions of the Pulitzer Prize reported out under their very noses. Nor did I see any coverage in the rest of what passes for the Sin City media.   

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John C. FrĂ©mont’s one-night stand in Las Vegas–180 years ago this week

Frémont's one-night stand in Las Vegas

John C. Frémont

Of his 77 years on Earth, John C. FrĂ©mont (1813-1890) spent just one night–maybe 12 hours tops–in Las Vegas. That was exactly 180 years ago this week, on May 3, 1844, when the Mojave Desert area’s only significant population were Indians, a racial group that FrĂ©mont, a military officer and future presidential candidate and celebrity, despised, disparaged and sometimes massacred (along with the occasional Latino). Illegally mapping Mexican territory for a future gringo invasion that he eagerly joined and profited from on the basis of inside information, FrĂ©mont with his well-armed troops took off early the next morning for nearby Utah and never returned. The entire account in his famous journals of his one-night stand in Las Vegas fits into a single paragraph in which he mainly obsessed about the warm water.

Yet FrĂ©mont’s identification with Las Vegas remains eternal. Long before the Las Vegas Strip there was Fremont Street. The east-west artery cutting through downtown Las Vegas was the heart of gambling after the State of Nevada legalized casinos in 1931. The state’s very first gaming license went to the Northern Club at 15 E. Fremont St. Even as the casino action eventually migrated southward to grander facilities along S. Las Vegas Blvd.–the Strip–Fremont Street held its own. It was on Fremont Street that Buddy Binion’s Horseshoe Casino in 1970 started the World Series of Poker, now the world’s largest such tournament.

Today, there’s the Fremont Street Experience, a five-block-long pedestrian mall festooned with neon, much of it under a 90-foot-high canopy. After the Strip, Fremont Street is undoubtedly Las Vegas’s best-known street.

The adulation of FrĂ©mont in Las Vegas continues to utterly mystify me, but praise is not limited to hereabouts. Mainly across the West, cities, counties, neighborhoods, rivers, mountains, streets, schools, libraries and hospitals are named for a man that many Americans today vaguely remember–if they do at all–only from high school American history classes. In my view FrĂ©mont was the luckiest U.S. war criminal of the 19th Century.

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Ex-soldiers cause trolls Las Vegas for donations but spends $0 on stated mission

ex-soliders causeIt really wasn’t a long telephone call. “Jack Miller” was on the line recently to the New To Las Vegas world headquarters seeking a donation for National Coalition for Disabled Veterans PAC. The stated mission of this organization with a Chicago business address, I was told, was to improve the quality of life for disabled and hospitalized veterans by electing sympathetic politicians to fight for funding.

Okay, I said. How much money was spent last year by NCDV-PAC for this mission?

“I can’t hear you,” “Miller” said. I politely repeated the question.

“I’ll add you to the do-not-call list,” “Miller said. “Goodbye.” Click.

If “Miller” and his organization were on the up-and-up, that shouldn’t have been a hard question to answer. But “Miller” wasn’t a real person (hence my use of quote marks), but rather a computer-generated voice using soundboard technology. A human operator monitoring multiple conversations at a time hits a keyboard to unleash pre-recorded answers to expected questions, easily handling multiple pitches simultaneously and hundreds of asks a shift.

Nor, as I discovered after looking at official public-but-hard-to-find filings, was NCDV-PAC anything close to a worthwhile entity. In its three-and-a-half-year of existence, NCDV-PAC has raised millions of dollars in contributions across the country. Here, according to its own filed-under-penalty-of-perjury reports, is exactly how much of that was spent for the claimed cause during important election cycles:

Zero.

NCDV-PAC is what I call a faux charity. That’s a political action committee that presents as a charity doing noble things, but in reality spends all the money raised in fundraising expense, overhead and undisclosed profits paid to its hidden organizers. There are scores and scores of faux charities out there, more than a few of which I have outed in this space. (Simply type “faux” in the nearby search box to see my body of work here.)  Why the Internal Revenue Service and the Federal Election Commission, the two federal agencies with the most jurisdiction over PACs, allow this to happen is beyond me.
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