Scary, ain't it?
Doesn't seem much of a stretch to me for Kevin ConDuctTape, Maine DHS Czar, to push the envelope just that much further, though.
Empire building and all.
"Baby Boomers confront some hapless, asthmatic, emaciated old gin monkey puffing on a waterlogged Pall Mall in the no-smoking section of a deserted restaurant and act like they've just personally won the Battle of Britian. Or they shriek at some octogenarian tart for wearing a tatty old mink stole until she breaks down in tears, and then act like they're Pope Leo I confronting Attila the HUn at the gates of Rome. Since Baby Boomers are animated by such a strong sense of moral outrage, I suggest they stop squandering their resources on defenseless targets and take aim at the big game. Suggestions? The next time you see a carload of teenagers blasting a song about raping your mother wihile guning down a Korean grocer, read them the riot act. Upbraid them for their plangent philistinism. Lambaste them for their insensitivity toward women. Take them to task fo their vulgarity. Once your're done with them, please go after the cell-phone-wielding drug dealer who's annoying everupme else on the subway, the pack of cretins defiling the art museum prominade with their skatebpards, and the twelve rednecks with the Confederate flag draped across the back of the pickup truck. And if any of these punks try smoking in a public place, making sexist remarks or wearing fir,
really let them have it."Joe Queenan.
Balsamic Dreams.