I’ve said before governments are squeezing blood from their subject turnips by preying upon their addictions. A lot of the criticism was directed at the Eastern Band of Cherokee for the recent negotiations with the governor to expand gambling and sell liquor to create jobs and blah blah blah.
Well, now I’m had. They’ve got my number. My favorite addiction, Justin Hayward, will be playing at Harrah’s Cherokee Casino this spring. At this point, I should cleverly integrate a Moody Blues lyric into the text, but they’re all too wildly romantic to reduce to that level. Suffice it to say, “Uncle.” Governor Beverly Perdue’s jump-in-front-of-job-creation machine has named my price.
