Worlds Worst Security

One of the things I have found about living in Vegas is that I tend to have a lot of visitors. Some people I see more living in Las Vegas than I did when I lived in Reno. People like to come here. Last night, a friend of mine from Reno and I were at the Hard Rock when some people started getting into a disagreement at the Circle Bar. It was loud and there was a lot of "Fuck You!" and the like going on while guys were "Chicken Dancing" with each other. This went on for a good two or three minutes while one guys friends were trying to separate things and the other guys girlfriend was trying to pull him away. It was a pretty big scene. No security showed up. As the guy with the girlfriend left, he grabbed some other guys beer (bottle of Corona, change you latitude) and threw it in the direction of the guy he was having issues with. He instead hits the biggest dude at the bar. The beer did not spill and this guy obviously was not fueled by all of the fire because he just sat there and ignored everything. Even after a beer bottle flew across the bar, no security. The guy who was the owner of the now spilled beer ran over, pissed off, and yelled something racial towards the couple. The guy lifts his middle finger and retaliates with some more colorful verbiage and the girl now runs, jumps, and launches a loogie at the guy. Still, no security. Not taking the spit lightly, the guy crying over spilled beer jumps over the rail and gets in the couple's faces. The girl has her boyfriend in a choke hold and is holding him back. Then, out of no where, she reaches around and slaps the beer guy. At this point in time, they have moved their raucous over to the craps tables and are bumping into people throwing the bones and really creating a scene. Despite the fact that there are about 6 croupiers and a couple of pit bosses watching, no one is doing anything and there is still no security. Finally, a cocktail waitress who is about 5'2 gets in between them and tells them to knock it off andleave. The couple leaves and the beer guy returns to the bar, presumably to spend another 5 bucks for a new Corona. After everything is finished, security arrives. They talk briefly to the beer guy and a few other people, but nothing else happened. After that, a security guy patrolled the bar about every two minutes.
There are some political parallels that I have drawn from this incident, but I am going to keep them to myself. I shared the metaphor with my friends as the incident happened and we had a good talk about it.