1) Congress has voted unanimously to pay furloughed workers during the government shut-down. No one, not even the most rabid tea party fanatic, evidently wants to go on record as having withheld the taxpayers’ money from the people whose hardship of going a few days without work has made it to the front pages (unlike those who have been out of work for a few years). So much for being deficit hawks.
2) A crazed woman was shot to death by some of the dozen or so police agencies assigned to keep safe those in whose hands rests our country’s fate (see 1, above) after her car, her only weapon, had come to a full stop. They continued shooting her as she emerged, unarmed, from the car. It’s really a shame that there were not some armed citizens nearby to shoot the cops who shot the woman, and then maybe some other armed citizens to shoot them, and so on and so forth.
3) Some University of Mississippi athletes shouted homophobic slurs during the performance of a play about a homophobic murder. Some jocks shout “Faggots!” or something at a college play and this is a major news story. What’s going on? Have we become a nation of pansies? Sorry, sorry, that was just a joke, mea culpa.
When I was a fat kid and had to put up with teasing, my parents would recite the sticks-and-stones mantra. It didn’t assuage my pain – no, not one bit – it only helped me internalize the first amendment.
It’s lucky for the hoods with DA’s (a 1950’s hairdo, DA stands for duck’s ass) that there was no National Autoerotic Rights Movement when, lounging insouciantly, as they were wont to do, outside Poughkeepsie High School, they taunted us, the PHS Debating Team, as we strolled through their gauntlet, with “Master-debaters! Master-debaters!”
4) A cop in New York City, undercover in a motorcycle gang, decided not to go to the aid of some poor sap who was being beaten up by the gang because he, the cop, did not want to blow his cover. It’s not as if the fate of the civilized world hung in the balance. What is this guy’s primary duty? To protect one of the city’s citizens as a cop or play an imaginary hero cobbled out of thrillers?