We had the immense great pleasure (not really) of ear-witnessing the police kill that poor postpartum crazy lady at the Capitol yesterday. (We actually had "postpartum" when we heard there was a baby in the car, till we were swayed by the equally valid suggestion "some man in the White House is shitting himself right now.") There we were, minding everybody's business, walking down to the WWII Memorial to see if any congresspeople were around being brazen, gaping, hairy assholes. Instead, a string of gunshots, a loud boom, and 50,000 cop cars screaming to a halt half a block up from us turned out to be somewhat more diverting than even Michele Bachmann's swirling eyes.
It might fall into the "it could be worse" form of Nice Time. The reason I watch Ice Station Zebra in the middle of winter, or read about Frodo in Mordor when I'm as sick as a dog.
This. Years ago, a man in our village set himself on fire. His father found him. I have always wondered, how much pain must you be in on the inside for that to seem preferable?
Yes. So many cars these days have the superdark Midnight Black window coverings it's hard to peer in. That's how those poor kids get left inside and bystanders don't see them.
I saw about six of the Capitol Police had drawn guns when that poor woman gunned her engine and sped off.
Now, I think those folks (them, not her) did a fine job on all this. But I did wonder - when she started to take off why didn't anybody take a few shots at the car tires?
I think the world is just as scary as it has ever been. Try living in a small village on the edge of nowhere and one day the Mongol hordes or the Huns ride into town.
Or The Black Death hits.
Or it's summer time in Gettysburg and Lee's Confederates decide to come look for new shoes.
I think the difference is back in the day we just didn't hear about all of it around the world the way we do now.
That's an awful thought.
It might comfort you and me if he makes it, but in all unfunniness, he may be better off if he doesn't.
It might fall into the "it could be worse" form of Nice Time. The reason I watch Ice Station Zebra in the middle of winter, or read about Frodo in Mordor when I'm as sick as a dog.
<a href="http:\/\/addins.waow.com\/blogs\/weather\/2010\/02\/bad-spot-for-winter-olympics" target="_blank">Already does!</a>
I had to explain to my husband that Brooks was the right-winger. Otherwise, he would not have known.
This. Years ago, a man in our village set himself on fire. His father found him. I have always wondered, how much pain must you be in on the inside for that to seem preferable?
Edit: The guy died and can&#039;t be identified without DNA. Jeebus, WTF kind of world are we in?
Holy crap. If it was some sort of jackass stunt that went wrong, that would be even worse.
Yes. So many cars these days have the superdark Midnight Black window coverings it&#039;s hard to peer in. That&#039;s how those poor kids get left inside and bystanders don&#039;t see them.
I saw about six of the Capitol Police had drawn guns when that poor woman gunned her engine and sped off.
Now, I think those folks (them, not her) did a fine job on all this. But I did wonder - when she started to take off why didn&#039;t anybody take a few shots at the car tires?
I think the world is just as scary as it has ever been. Try living in a small village on the edge of nowhere and one day the Mongol hordes or the Huns ride into town.
Or The Black Death hits.
Or it&#039;s summer time in Gettysburg and Lee&#039;s Confederates decide to come look for new shoes.
I think the difference is back in the day we just didn&#039;t hear about all of it around the world the way we do now.
Cruzon.
As in, &quot;Why the Hell don&#039;t he just cruise on back to Texas where he belongs?&quot;
I love it when you get all pedantic.
&quot; lit his cigarette off the burning man.&quot;
I call bullshit. Barry has been nowhere near Nevada.
Moving car tires are harder to hit than a human torso. it&#039;s that whole &quot;center of mass&quot; thing.
All of them, Katie.