The Sarcastic Rat
By Kathleen Tonn

You read that right! A showhouse on the Strip. Can you believe it's name. I heard about the place in the year leading up to my investigation of it's proprietor. The stories from individuals who visited, were both amused and disgusted piqued my journalistic nose for news. The choice of name for the establishment spoke volumes. Images of snitches, thugs and a cohort of distilled, international vultures exemplified the neon lights flashing outside the business. The caricature of the infamous rat shouted criminality.

After documenting first hand accounts from patrons who were shielded from view, I visited the Sarcastic Rat. I road the rails to access the controversial, contagion of illustrious politicians. Certainly, the public needs to know who and just what they elected. Despite the first hand accounts of those I interviewed, I tried to keep an open mind as I stepped into the building. No human is pure evil. If one looks deep enough, there usually exists within a diabolical human some good. Even if that goodness is typified by putting cash in the church's collection plate.

I looked through a glass window; mind you, the glass was bullet proof. I observed men and...