And, yes, I realize that this is not a shock that I detest Las Vegas. And so do many others, including Pop Gurl, Amanda, who aptly calls it a place that hands out, “Get out of Humanity Free” cards.

I might say that even time in the Las Vegas airport a couple weeks ago was like quick trip to hell, complete with devils and smoke. I haven’t felt so alienated since possibly junior high when my mother made me join the choir, a sure route to popularity and acceptance (Recipe for Instant Dork: Just Add Choir).

It’s not even the abuse of water, abject real estate development and construction, objectification of everything with skin, and omnipresent smell of cigarette smoke, but it’s also apparently it’s also a crime to feed the homeless. That’s right–a criminal act to give someone a sandwich.

I’ll admit it. I’m a hater. I hate Vegas. I hate everything about it. Talk about a lack of compassion.