I’ve never been a fan of Vegas. Masked by grand shows and stars, the artificial magnanimity of the strip coupled with the pick-your-guilty-pleasure from our round-the-clock menu of booze, gambling and prostitution, makes it seem like a one-stop-shop just waiting to buy your soul.
To me, it made sense that the remote-control toy-operators that have killed over 900 people on Pakistani soil since August 2008, were running their secret war right outside that very shop, from a base in Nevada.
Little did I know that, they are also locking-into and annihilating targets 30 minutes away from my home in Houston, Texas.
