
Ok boys and girls, its time to bust some more balls. The spot light today is on a special group of
tard trans rejects, ALL of whom include ANYONE that has ANYTHING to do with Viva Looser Vegas. Participant or attendee, we see no
difference in culpability...if you were there, you deserve to have a pair of recently severed elephant balls shoved down your stupid fucking throat.
being held as we write this, the pictures you see here are in fact a couple of this years participants. Moreover, they are typical of the absolute garbage you would be inundated with had you in fact gone yourself.
But we digress. Lets start at the top of the shit heap with the "organizer" and promoter of the event, Tom Ingram(picture above right). This self aggrandizing pool of pig vomit got his monkey ass chased out of his home nation of England for single Handedly fucking up Hembsby to the point that his life was getting threatened.
So, its a quick hop across the pond, to the colonies, where he promptly sets up shop in Orange County, cozies up to the Shifters car club, and sets about to make his own event. Thus Viva LasVegas (or VLV) is born.
From day ONE this goat fuck of an event has been nothing short of a disaster. Cars have been wrecked, or stolen - parts regularly come up missing, fights are a common occurrence...everything from a 3 to 4 guy beat down, to full on gang fights (one year, vendor friends of ours were advised by local security to vacate the property at once, as there was going to be a biker feud erupting on the parking garage at any second). In fact, people have DIED at this miserable fucking get together.
All for what? So this Ingram bloke can line his pockets with a few green backs.
Fuck that.
The funny thing is, that in all our years of being involved with our kulture, and car shit in general, we have never seen an event so closely follow the mindset of the organizer. Take greedy guys as an example. although the HNIC of that organization is as two faced and money grubbing as Ingram is, the events have, and are, at least tolerable to attend. (Not that we would find our selves dead at one) -
But Viva is different...its a shitty show hosted by a shitty guy, and attended by a mob of mouth breathers that wouldn't know a traditional car if they vomed cheap beer on it.
Take a look at the shit we posted here, just a couple of SHINNING examples of what you'll see there, year after year....Seriously, a FOUR door shit can with badly mounted FAKE spots, and radial white walls. A "hotrod" with blackwall RADIAL tires, a small block that looks like it JUST got pulled from a bracket car, and AMBER TURN SIGNALS!!! (look in the background of that picture for an added nugget of goodness, as some fuckstick is PURPOSELY showing off a 50's something 4door cranbrook for fucks sake! Make the madness stop!).
Convinced of their own sense of superiority, these jack offs actually build this shit on purpose, and then have the audacity to publicly display it. The whole thing is one giant stinking cocktrastrophy from begining to end.
The unintended side effect of all this is of course that it cheapens and dilutes what TRUE Kustom Kulture is.
Uninitiated street folk who otherwise hold down regular jobs, pay their taxes, and are likely to vote this November see this garbage and accept it as status quo for those in primer. Or worse yet, some poor smuck in Iowa who has seen glimpses of what he/she thinks the kulture is supposed to be, see's all the hoopla associated with a show of this type and figures, "well, goddamn, looky there, those cars and people are cool!"
Well, truth is, of course, they aren't. Never have been and never will be.
Make no mistakes, and have no illusions about this troops...there is a line drawn in the desert every year. The only question is, what side of that line do you stand on? What do you stand FOR?! You want a shot at the title, or a seat by the band?
Live our Kulture, immerse yourself in it. Learn its history, know who matters in our scene TODAY. Don't let yourself be distracted by an otherwise mealy mouth bunch of jackjawed yoyaks who couldn't find their asses with both hands and flashlight.
In short, Fuck Tom Ingram. Fuck VLV. And finally, and most importantly fuck anyone and everyone who has anything at all to do with this huge goat fuck.