(By Baxie) I’m not particularly crazy about casino gambling. I happen to enjoy my over-inflated paycheck more than I enjoy random games of chance that are designed to drain me of my vast sums of money. That’s not to say that I’m cheap. I just have other things that my money should be used for (such as paying my mortgage or feeding my family). Selfish? Perhaps. But I’m pretty sure that MGM, The Hard Rock, or Mohegan Sun will find a way to survive with or without my money.
This week the Mayor announced that he has chosen to begin negotiations on a “Community Host Agreement” with MGM. This is the next major step in securing a casino in the city of Springfield. And while I’m not against casinos per se, they probably wont be seeing any of my money.
The truth is that I really wanted gamble in the city of Springfield, I’d park my car on Union Street with the doors unlocked and leave the keys on the front seat.
If I really wanted to gamble in Springfield I’d try picking up a hooker on Frank B. Murray Street without a condom.
If I really wanted to gamble in Springfield I would try showing up at a North End crack house with a Raiders jacket and stack of dirty needles.
If I really wanted to gamble in Springfield I would let Melvin Jones ride “shot-gun” in the Escalade that I stole.
If I really wanted to gamble in Springfield I would hang around a homeless shelter with cans of soup and loose cigarettes strapped to my chest.
Springfield is no different than any other urban area. The problem is that if we are going to put our faith entirely into the hands of casinos to restore the luster of the city then we are going to be sorely disappointed. There has to be more than just a casino. People need to feel safe and they need other places to go. And by that mean something with a little more economic impact than the crack whore sitting behind a dumpster on Marble street!