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A typical New Jersey voter is border line mentally ill after living all their life in a state known for chemical factory exhaust fumes rather than gardens. Even though the recent laws eliminated the majority of the worst polluters, the damage has unfortunately been done. Drooling, semi-literate shells of former human beings, saturated with toxic residues since birth shuffle to cast their vote, never failing to pick the worst possible candidate.
The specimens on the popular Jersey Shore tv show are actually the brightest that NJ has to offer so this gives a strong indication of that type of elected officials who would refuse to provide sports betting and corner the online poker market when the state tax coffers are empty. I am sympathetic to New Jersey residents, who over the last 50 years have endured living under America’s kitchen sink. It’s no wonder that their decision making abilities have been FUBARed.
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Atlantic City is the place where violence, drug use, crime and unemployment are the king of the hill. It may surprise you to learn that very few people who work in Atlantic City casinos actually live there. Those who reside within Atlantic City limits can best be classified as crack whores, aggressive beggars, pimps, heroin whores, drug dealers, chain snatchers, carjackers, burglars, delinquents, thieves, robbers, alcoholics and hustlers of every variety.
This motely melting pot of Atlantic City residence create an exciting atmosphere for Midwestern tourists who sneak outside the hotel doors on 5 minute outing to bear witness. Those who return to the safety of the casino usually refuse to leave again the warm inner sanctum of the casino and experience the hostile outdoor elements.
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Atlantic City has a residential area, but unlike the Monopoly board game, everything is pretty in a state of disrepair. The city is breathing its last breaths. Piles of steel rods, chunks of concrete, rusted pieces of metal, broken shingles and bricks mixed with broken glass, and burned plastic bits form strange impassable zones.
Besides the glittering casinos little else exists in Atlantic City but hundreds of seasonal motels, the endless pawn shops and abandoned businesses locked behind reinforced shutters. The sidewalks are cracked with sickly yellow grass suspiciously peeking out from the putrid earth. The garbage collectors have either been on strike since the start of the century or perhaps their faces line the backs of milk cartons in faraway cities. I bet they also wish for the safety of home and the convenience of gambling at Bodog Casino where American gamblers are still welcome and where the environment is warm and friendly.
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Atlantic City is located in the middle of nowhere and can’t be reached easily. Busses, limos, taxis or your own vehicle adds up to a 3-4 hour commute from New York City via the Garden State Parkway. That’s a good 100 miles from Manhattan, and if you are planning on taking the bus from Port Authority – you are in for a memorable experience. It’s a hellish journey to say the least. Foxwoods and Pennsylvania casinos are just as far away as Atlantic City, and a flight to Vegas isn’t much longer, so why would anyone in their right mind consider going to a decaying dump?
What Atlantic City needs to do , is put those casinos one by one on trucks and move them up to Asbury Park, which has a boardwalk, ocean, a train station and poverty stricken locals who will happily take the casinos off Atlantic City’s dying hands. Asbury Park is a 30 minute ride by express train from Manhattan and would pay for itself in a matter of a couple of years. For now, get your 500% match deposit bonus at Bingo Sky, and save yourself the aggravation of visiting AC.
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I don't even know where to begin. When a person walks into a strip club, which many single men on vacation enjoy doing, they do not want to enter the Twilight Zone. Atlantic City is famous for having a couple of extremely seedy strip joints where it’s not unusual to witness a 200 pound senior citizen with missing body parts, covered in ancient tattoos and needle track marks (from insulin injections they all say ... I guess every stripper in Atlantic City must be a diabetic :)
The beasts that walk the insides of those seedy strip clubs would scare even an escaped sex convict overdosing on Viagra. I believe the only way those establishments make a profit is by forcing customers to pay so that the dancers keep far away and take off as few clothes as possible. Why would anyone in the right mind spend 4 hours driving here when Vegas is just 2 extra hours away?
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