Gone with the wind

Someone has the idea that I have an interest in the Jefferson Hotel, or feel that I should. Apparently they got this from the same place they got the belief that I'm gay or bisexual: out of their butt. If I liked the Jefferson, I would go there.

The sad thing is there are people in Richmond who actually think the Jefferson is shit hot, as the top guns say. Yeah, the Tobacco Company isn't a tourist trap but a fine dining experience, HAR, HAR, HAR. The Jefferson got me in trouble with the Virginia Film Commission over some vindictive petty crap. Both of them can kiss my black Irish ass. The Jefferson is an architectural eyesore and I look forward to the day when bulldozers reduce it to a pile of smoking rubble after it has been thoroughly looted, Baghdad-style. If you're planning to stage any emotionally significant events such as weddings, bar mitzvahs, and anniversaries, your safest bet is Richmond's only four-diamond luxury hotel, the Berkeley, in Shockhoe Slip. There'll be a tank parked in front of it come the Revolution, HAW, HAW, HAW.

The Jefferson was a mediocre hotel but I'm sure it will be a world-class parking lot. Supposedly the staircase inspired the one in "Gone with the Wind." All the more reason to wish the same fate for the Jefferson. I hate that old Southern crapola. I was born in Washington, D.C. and grew up in Northern Virginia, which seceded from the CSA in 1865.