I actually read out loud this article from the New York Times to some friends over breakfast on Sunday (though I'm not sure they were listening over the masticating sounds of their own delicious biscuit-munching) (why does that sound dirty?). It is crazy:

Earlier this month, at a news conference in a field on the east side of the city, a man named Dennis W. Peterson announced that he was bringing a theme park to the Tennessee countryside.

The park, he said, would be called Festival Tennessee, and it would cost around $750 million. On these bucolic 1,500 acres, there would be two resort hotels with 4,000 rooms apiece. There would be 80 restaurants and clubs, as well as one of the largest water parks in the United States. And a stadium. And, with any luck, an NBA franchise. And a television production studio. Also, a charter school.

Mr. Peterson estimated that Festival Tennessee would create 15,000 jobs, maybe even 20,000. And, he said, it would be open in less than two years.

People had a few questions: Who was this man? What was his background? Where was he getting the money for all this? What happened to his front teeth? (They were recently lost, he explained to reporters, to a crispy chicken wing at Hooters.)

Tennessee: Solving budget crises with theme parks.

It's just like that Monorail dude! But with no front teeth.