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To lay the cards on the table from jumpstreet: I have no beef with Goodman's defense of mobsters; after all, he's an attorney. Besides, I'm as fond of gangsters as any American is. I am, however, very alarmed about a dirty little secret that got swept under the carpet during Goodman's campaign: namely, that he was once counsel of record for La Toya Jackson, a known associate of psychic hotline operators. That's a revelation Goodman will never live down -- even if he lives as long (and frequently) as Shirley MacLaine.

I guess the aspect of the Vegas mayoral race that I'll miss the most is the campaign reporting. The local media, and, later, news outlets around the globe, were endlessly fascinated by one particularly colorful event (not to put too fine a point on it, the color in question was scarlet) in the career of one of Goodman's former associates. Said event worked its way into virtually every story published about Goodman's campaign (this column, naturally, was no exception and here we go again). It's the sort of story -- involving a couple of tiny, grape-sized organs -- that could end the career of a lesser man, but had no apparent effect on the Vegas voters' impression of Goodman (who, in the end, squeezed out a victory with 32,765 votes, as compared to opponent Arnie Adamsen's 18,620). The ubiquitous little item to which I refer, as repeated for the umpteenth time in Angie Wagner's June 5 Las Vegas Sun article on Goodman, was this: "Anthony 'Tony the Ant' Spilotro," Wagner wrote, "once reputedly placed a rival's head in a vise and squeezed his eyeballs out."

Okay. Imna get an Excedrin and I'll be right back.

Phew. Now, being even loosely associated with such an indelible and gooey image -- though Goodman has never been charged with a crime himself -- would have your average politico's career swimming with the fishes. But Goodman thrived! "I'm proud of what I've done. I'm not ashamed of anything," the new mayor chirped to one reporter recently. "I've made America a better place ... I'm colorful and that's what got me in the limelight. If I were a podiatrist running for mayor, you wouldn't be here."

What precisely do you mean by "you wouldn't be here," Oscar?

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