Smithsonian of cupidity and god-awful taste, where way too much of every conceivable bad thing becomes fascinating and wondrous. Until you come here and confront your own inner Las Vegan, you don't know yourself or this great land of ours. His rings cost more than their lifetime earnings. The ladies are thrilled. You can't get any more Vegas than this.
People pay money to be in the presence of huge and garish things their money has bought.
They love it. Things get ever more huge and garish, and people pay more. They love it more, etc. The Spiral is immortal. People still pay to gawp at twinklies worn by Liberace, who died in 1987.