Has anyone stopped to consider that perhaps the three probationary citizens in the vehicle under fire should never have been on the streets to begin with?
It is my suspicion (totally unfounded) that I been on the parole board, these three registered democrats would still have been in durance vile, making li'l ones outa big ones. Perhaps the kid would still be on beer can patrol in an orange jumpsuit along one of our scenic highways.
As I peruse the NYC papers, pursuant to Your Imperial Crustiness' directives, I am also entranced by their description of the dead chap as "The Bridegroom." If I can have a copy of the Bride's rap sheet, I would appreciate it.
It could fill in juicy details enquiring minds want to know.
You know? It is also very sad. A kind of persistent ache of the SO where I worked was the sense that some people were doomed. I have trouble with that theologically, but,....
There's the day we picked up some juvies from the detention center and these three under 18 year old guys are talking about how many babies they have. Or this really quite pleasant guy we hauled from Brooklyn to Central VA who just had no sense that there was something morally wrong with boosting $1,500 worth of stuff from a store. "I don't rob no people," he says, "only stores."
It never occurred to me to go out and boogie all night the day before I got married. And it sure wouldn't occur to me to hang out with whoremasters the day before I got hitched. I wanted to have as many of my wits about me as possible (all half of them) at the service, and I had serious boogie-type activity planned for AFTER the service.
So this prince among men, no, this poor blind fool, honors the institution of matrimony by planning on showing up hung over, zonked, and maybe just recently infected with a brand new STD to share with his wife if he is capable of getting up to anything (if you take my meaning) after the ceremony.
This is maybe when we see that we'd rather try to handle our anger than our sorrow, and argue with each other than acknowledge the pathos of the children and their blighted lives. Wherever the blame rightly lies, angels wept that morning.
My Imperial Crustiness
There are some new developments in this case that will be forthcoming soon. Stay tuned.