Everybody needs a nickname, especially a mobster. You can find all kinds of them at the Las Vegas Mob Museum.
When you get a nickname, like Sammy the Nail, or Mikey Molotov, you are cool, or as the Mob might put it, ‘You are a made man.’
This is somewhat different from being ‘made’ when you are tailing someone, and are detected. If you are ‘made’ then, the person you are tailing may believe they are a made man.
Why would you follow him otherwise?
The official name of the Las Vegas Mob Museum is the National Museum of Organized Crime and Law Enforcement.
As you can see the nickname is much cooler.
Naturally, the bad boys get all the attention. What happened to the law enforcement part? Perhaps the Mob intimidated them and Night at the Museum was one big shoot out.
The Mob Museum gives a big-time museum like the Louvre a run for its money in the areas of high art and culture.
This museum, and others like it, such as the Erotic Heritage Museum, should put Las Vegas squarely on the map of Places To Improve Your Mind If You Had One.
You will see ancient statues of people without arms in the Louvre; in the Mob Museum you can see people without arms, legs, and heads.
Not really; but I’m sure there were some, courtesy of mob surgeons.
As for paintings, one of the most famous paintings in the world is at the Louvre. I am, of course, speaking of the dogs playing poker.
Actually, it’s the Mona Lisa, and she continues to smirk at us today.
Well, mobsters smirk all the time, which is why law enforcement officials and judges get ticked at them. Its like when a seventh-grader smirks at you; you want to smack them, and then sentence them to life.
Robert Stack, who starred in a show called The Untouchables as an anti-mobster sort of guy, smirked now and then, too.
He was similar to Spock, in that they had a portfolio of facial expressions they learned from studying linoleum, and which were similar to the Mona Lisa’s. These facial expressions were guaranteed to bring them fame and fortune.
Robert Stack: Barely discernible smirk and a famous person.
Mr. Spock: A more discernible smirk and an even more famous person.
Frank Nitti: A naughty person with a naughty smirk, and a famous naughty mobster who ticked off judges.
The Mona Lisa: Being a really snotty seventh-grader
Quit your smiling and glad-handing, and take a leaf from these people’s books, and maybe you too, can end up as Exhibit A in a mob museum.
The museum dedicates a fair share of time to law enforcement, but I haven’t seen any law enforcement show as popular as The Untouchables since the original series.
They knew how to make a show, back then.
There was lots of gunfire, and breaking the law on the parts of both law enforcement and the Mob. Sometimes, you couldn’t tell the difference between the good guys and the bad guys. That moves product, baby!
Supposedly, the men who comprised The Untouchables were incorruptible and couldn’t be intimidated. I don’t think the Mob could, either. I never saw a mobster cross over and become a law enforcement official. Being a squealer doesn’t count.
The premise of the show would probably not garner much sympathy today.
It was mostly about Prohibition, and bringing down a crime empire that sold booze. Prohibition was really popular in the ’30s, even more popular than censorship and breaking penises off statues.
And it was all due to the efforts of the Buzz Kill tendencies of certain factions in the government, namely one guy. One guy who had the power to take away the Working Man’s beer.
This is like the marijuana thing going on now.
People getting sent to jail for having a doobie, and taking space away from the insider traders. Only, there isn’t a crime empire built around marijuana, mainly because men like Capone and Nitti wouldn’t think it was macho to grow plants in their closets, alongside their big shouldered suits, and shiny shoes.
And frankly, I can’t see why we put insider traders in jail.
For one thing, if I knew a company was going belly up and the stock my friends owned was going to be worthless, you can bet I’d be on the phone to tell them to sell. If they rolled over on me, I’d figure out a way to get even.
Secondly, insider traders and people like Madoff got their ill-gotten gains from someone’s personal money. When they go to jail, our personal tax dollars are still going to support them. What sense does that make?
Speaking of sense, which I barely was, I brought up the fact to some unfortunate person, namely my hubby who has to listen to my rants, that an insurance company will only give you what your car is worth AT THE TIME OF AN ACCIDENT. This is standard procedure.
My audience of one tried to snow me with the logic that the car is worth less. However, the premiums did not go down during all the years you owned the car, even if you never had a claim, so where is the justice in that?
Insurance companies and bankers are featured prominently in the Mob Museum as Public Enemies Numbers 1 and 2, which is exactly how we feel about them.
And the last paragraphs of this post are illegal non-sequiturs, according to people who write for a living, which I don’t, since I’ve never made enough to even bribe the screws in the pen.
So, whaddya gonna do about it, goomba? Arrest me?