I really don’t know what to write. I had a blog ready to write last Sunday. I was forming things in my mind and jotting down some notes while at work. Then some hotel guests started coming up to the front desk asking me if I had heard. Did I know anything? Was everything ok? I had no idea. My wife texted me and told me to stay away from Mandalay Bay and come home straight after work. All I knew was there was a shooter and it was not safe.
I spent that night watching the news. Seeing the panic, the sadness, the madness and all in utter shock. 30 minutes turned into hours. Was there one shooter, were there 5 shooters, were they in other hotels, was there a suspicious van outside the Luxor. Even ISIS claimed it was them.
Well, it is now 7 days later. 59 dead, hundreds more injured. I haven’t been able to watch the news for the last 3 days. It just got to be too much. Too many talking heads spouting rumors and thoughts of conspiracies, false ideas, all the whys and hows and maybes. It became too much.
So what now? Well this is definitely not the time to talk about the drunk girl who forgot what hotel she was in or the guy with no cash but needs a room. There was a time and I hope there will be a time again but it is not today.
A guest talked to me today about how things were 30 years ago. How this was something that you didn’t imagine happening and now it seems how every year things get worse. There are school shootings and club shootings and just a division throughout the country. I am not going to use this blog as a something to spout my views on gun control, race or any of the many other differences that we have that has led to violence. I don’t want the comment section to turn into a war zone. That is not what I am about or this blog. What I can and will do is vent and here it goes.
I love people, I don’t hate people. I dislike some people but I do not hate people. I love Las Vegas and I love my job. I love writing this blog and I love reading the comments you write… but I hate when innocence is hurt. I hate when innocence is lost. I hate that some people feel that justice is served by killing others. I hate that people think that they need to hurt other people. I hate that this man took the lives of so many. I hate that some people are now worried about coming here. I hate that I have let one sick son of a fucking bitch get into my head and into my heart and tore my world up in the last 7 days. I hate that friends and family had to wonder if I was ok. I hate that I had to go on facebook and twitter and declare myself safe. No one should ever have to do that. I hate that guests come in and constantly ask me how I am doing because it is not meant as how are you doing today, it is how are you coping with what happened last Sunday. I hate that some people are having issues with some of the casinos posting messages welcoming people back to Vegas and wanting them to book with them. Do they want people to come? Of course they do, they are a business but this isn’t a marketing campaign. This is about rebuilding trust and support for the whole city. I hate that there are stupid people that say if 20,000 fans all had guns that this wouldn’t have happened or would have been stopped sooner because… no!
I have learned one big thing because of this event and I have to say I am grateful. I live in an amazing city. Take away Fremont St, take away the strip, just ignore it for a minute. THIS IS A GREAT CITY and A GREAT COMMUNITY. Our first responders are amazing, our police force stopped a maniac before he could do even more damage. Our doctors and nurses flooded into every hospital whether they were supposed to be there or not. We lost far less than we could. Thank you to all the concert patrons who helped everyone else. Thank you to all the blood donors. We filled our blood banks within hours. Thank you to all the people who have sent in donations, bought shirts and hats and pins. A go fund me page that originally had a goal of $2 million is over $9 millions now. The motto “Battle Born” is not just words it is an attitude.
I will not let this fucktard beat me. I will be back. I may not be originally from here but I am #BattleBorn and #VegasStrong.
Love to all of you, be strong and thank you for every kind word.