What
a month. And that's not even counting the personal drama.
First
off, Martin Shkreli has been arrested. Is it really a surprise that a
bag of shit from Wall Street would turn a pharmaceutical business
into an extortion racket? Or that the hedge fund he once managed
wasn't exactly above board?
No
wonder Bernie Sanders has an audience.
A
year and-a-half after her conviction, the execrable Heather Mack has
suddenly remembered why she had her boyfriend whack her mom in the
head with a blunt object and stuff her body in a suitcase: mom was
stealing her inheritance.
In
an attempt to prove she has a particle of humanity left, Mack
expressed the wish that in spite of mom's sticky fingers, she hopes
the deceased is resting in peace.
Only
because of you, Heather. Only because of you.
Then
there's the once-honorable college football bowl game.
In
the everybody-gets-a-trophy fashion that is, well, fashionable right
now, the NCAA seems unable to resist adding a few more every year,
even past the point of relevance. (Not that football fans would know
the difference.)
Unless
you're journeying to one because it's being played in a locale where
wind chill is defined as what happens when the air conditioning hits
you after you step out of the shower, I pity you.
Finally,
is anyone disturbed by the sight of our electronic media further
corrupting our electoral process by relentlessly airing the latest
episode of What Did Donald Say Today?, as opposed to
kinda-sorta discourse on actual issues?
Or
coverage of those other candidates from that other party?
The
Republican party has willingly turned its nominating process into a
circus side show, and I say fine. Great. Whatever. But by
breathlessly broadcasting every syllable Trump spews into a
TV camera, the media are aiding and abetting his cheapening of the
process.
What's
that? The ratings and the advertising revenue are off the charts?
Oh,
okay.
Leave it to us to put a price on what was once
priceless.
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