Love Train

Sig's choo-chooAs in the flowering bromance between Sen. Harry Reid (D-NV) and mouthpiece-for-hire Sig “The Fixer” Rogich. The former, a longtime supporter of a proposed maglev train betwixt Las Vegas and Anaheim, switched his allegiance to Rogich’s Choo-Choo-to-Nowhere, by the strangest of coincidences, at the very moment that the Sigmeister was lining up casino bosses to endorse Reid’s troubled reelection bid.

Since Rogich has been carrying water for Reid by the tubful lately, the senator is returning the favor by yanking $45 million in federal seed money out from under the maglev project and redirecting it to local highway improvement. The good news is this will expedite the all-important McCarran International Airport-to-Fiesta Henderson commute.

The bad news is that Southern Californians and Nevadans alike will have to resign themselves to the near-inevitability of Rogich’s Desert Xpress. Both it and the maglev train may have been pie in the sky notions but Desert Xpress is an obvious non-starter. If you’ve fought your way over the El Cajon Pass, why would you park in Victorville and take a train into Vegas? For that matter, what sane Las Vegan would pay to ride the rails to V-ville, then pay again to rent a car for the rest of the journey?

The viability of the whole project rests upon Caltrans playing deux ex machina by building a connector line that will link Desert Xpress to the rest of the Golden State’s commuter trains. In light of California’s crippling budgetary problems, I wouldn’t hold my breath.

Ditto Rogich’s claim that Desert Xpress won’t require taxpayer support. We’ve heard that one before and its afterbirth was the bankrupt Las Vegas Monorail. But if maglev is effectively dead and Desert Xpress is a conceptual non-starter, why not do the unpalatable but obvious thing and try to drum up funding — and new management — in order to connect the Monorail with McCarran? It’s that or tear it down, and it’s the only sort of commuter rail Las Vegas is wont to see in this decade.

(A digression: I don’t begrudge firefighters $200K a year for risking their lives on my behalf, so I don’t see why Rogich does. He gets paid a lot more than that to whisk about with his entourage and flap his jaw at no physical risk to himself whatsover.)

Like the proverbial stopped watch that’s right twice a day, Rogich stumbles onto an obvious but generally unspoken truth about Nevada’s overreliance on casino taxes (6.75% of gross revenues) vs. mining ones (5% of net revs). The latter is an extractive industry which means that once the precious stuff is gone, it’s gone — and so is the industry. You’d think the folly of placing most of Nevada’s eggs in gambling’s basket would be obvious by now, but it’s still a tough sell.

Grudge match. There’s a lot of history between the Culinary Union and Archon Corp. Treasurer/MILF Sue Lowden, none of it good. As for Paul Lowden‘s career as a casino mogul, if it weren’t for his wife’s celebrity he’d be on the same “Whatever happened to …” slagheap as Margaret Elardi and the Herbst Brothers … assuming he’s not there already.

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