The Fremont Street Experience chose Independence Day Eve to launch its brand new show … Don McLean’s “American Pie”.

This show was actually somewhat of a big deal, because it has been very highly anticipated for awhile.

I heard at the last minute that the premiere of this new show would be at 9:00pm last night (July 3rd), and I attended the very first presentation.

They usually dim the lights slowly so that you know the show is starting, but this one started very abruptly, with no notice whatsoever, and seemed to catch everyone by surprise a little bit.

However, as are all of the Fremont Street Experience shows, this one was just great. Possibly one of the best ones yet.

The song itself is a bit melancholy (the song is loosely based on the untimely death of Buddy Holly), and was maybe a slightly unusual choice for July 4th … but it’s a great, classic tune … and the graphics were spectacular.

I was pleasantly surprised.

It was immediately followed by “This is Our Country”, which I also have on the video above.

Enjoy, and have a safe and happy 4th of July.

I have traveled past McCarran airport twice this week, and on both occasions, damn near the only airplanes I saw were from the Southwest fleet.

I used to see much more variety, but it really seems like they own the airport at this point.

The other airlines have publicly cut back on their flights to Vegas, and it really is visible that they have done so.

That is the first thing I thought when I saw this guy get on the bus.

I headed out to the Boulder Station casino for about an hour today (don’t ask), and the 213 bus stops directly in front of the Las Vegas National Golf Club.

Usually the people who get on and off at this stop are employees of the club, or people who live in nearby apartments or houses.

I don’t think I have ever seen anyone, in any city, get on a city bus with a full set of golf clubs.

But today, that is exactly what happened.

If this is not a referendum on high gas prices, then I don’t know what is.

But it was not only golfers flipping oil companies the bird.

Frankenstein refused to drive:

As did this guy, who in an extremely rebellious move, traded in his Harley Davidson for a Rascal Scooter:

That’ll show those bastards at Exxon!!!

(I do not want to know what Love & Crabs means)

At least I think “Shazbot” is what Klingons say. Or maybe it’s “Nanoo Nanoo”.

I can’t understand our local Mexican population, what hope do I have of keeping up with our intergalactic immigrants?

Anyway, after 11 years at the Hilton … which is extremely long by Vegas standards, the Star Trek Experience will be closing its doors on September 1st, 2008.

The Hilton has not yet announced what will replace the STE, but rumors close to the property say that they are eager to retain the 30 year old virgin demographic.

In arguably one of the most bizarre press releases I have ever read, the PR Director of the attraction (Chad Boutte) released the following statement … and I swear I am not making up a single word of it:

Hailing frequencies open. We’d like to thank all the fans and friends of Star Trek, whose constant and amazing support we’ve enjoyed throughout our tenure at the Las Vegas Hilton. As we boldly go into the futures that await, know that we take your love of ‘Star Trek: The Experience’ with us. We share the memories of time spent in the most unique place in the Galaxy, and we carry those memories into our futures with us. Live long and prosper. Hailing frequencies closed.

Hailing frequencies what???

What in the hell is he talking about?

I think Chad is already subliminally promoting his newest venture: “LSD: The Experience”

It was chaos, it was horrific, it was like 9/11 … only with no casualties … and lots of porn.

Driving west on Sahara, we noticed a cascade of leaflets blowing down the street like some kind of freak storm.

When we got in the midst of it, we were surrounded by paper boobies and bethonged butts.

I didn’t pull out my camera nearly quickly enough, because most of the densely flowing porn was well behind us by the time I got it out, but I did catch a small portion of it.

What kind of monster, what kind of criminal mastermind could have pulled off this horrific event?

As we got closer to the scene of the crime, it was apparent what had happened.

A titty terrorist had struck the twin porn racks with some kind of blunt object, releasing all of the fresh porn it contained onto the mean streets of Sahara Ave.

We will not forget Porn 11.

As a nation it is time for reflection.

We have to ask ourselves … how do we protect our porn in the future, and keep it safe from evildoers?

Collectively, we need to make sure that when we come to Las Vegas, we will know what number to dial to have hot Asian sluts delivered directly to our room.

As American citizens, we most show these porn terrorists that they have not won, and that business as usual will carry on.

My fellow Americans. On this sad day when those who wish to do us ill would strike our most treasured asset … porn … I ask you to join with me to send a clear message that they will not win.

If you love America (and we all do) come to Las Vegas immediately, and rent a whore.

They can take our porn, but they will never shake our resolve to bang women for money.

I thank you, and your country thanks you.