Can you believe it's been 142 years since we were admitted into the Union? I swear, it feels like it's only been 130.
I hope none of you get too caught up in the evil commercialism and forget the TRUE meaning of Nevada Day. And that, of course, is the fact that it takes a long time to drive from Vegas to Reno. I mean, c'mon, what is it? Like 11 hours? That's ridiculous. What will Gibbons or Titus do about that, huh?
That's what I'll be thinking about as I decorate my Nevada Day sagebrush, watch "King of Cars" on A&E, and sing Nevada Day classics such as: "Oh Little Town of Pahrump", "I Heard The Bells of Slot Machines", and "I saw Mommy Kissing Another Stripper".
And for you losers who use Nevada Day as an excuse to dress up in wacky costumes and go door to door asking for candy, I only ask that you at least take a moment of silence to think about all the brave quarters and dollar bills who sacrificed themselves so that you can live in a place with no state income tax.
May the Silver State be with you. Always.
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