The more things change…
So I’m sure you immediately thought of my May 2008 yammerings when you read about Jesse Jackson, Jr. and his latest alleged unpleasantness. Notice the title of the NPR article series: It’s All Politics. Ain’t that the truth? For the past 30 years, it’s the same thing: while the world around us changes, some things are bedrock — like the press deep-diving their body cavity probes and not stopping until the sharp ends come out the other side. It wasn’t always that way, but the scandalous pictures weren’t so high in demand back then. Discretion ruled the day, whether the subject loved women (or men) too much, or tipped tee many martoonis for lunch. It was largely viewed as immaterial to the politician’s performance. Or at least the reporters didn’t want to get the guy in trouble with his wife.
The recent stupidity surrounding the inane “don’t ask, don’t tell” law drives home the point that society in general is after the supreme dirt-dish — or that one’s sexual preference is A) anyone’s business, or B) a factor in his/her job performance. I must tell you that I tire of it. And all political parties, divisions of the media, and most individuals stand accused today.
I told my high school choir yesterday that I admitted to feeling a bit of schadenfreude after reading about Braylon Edwards’s DUI arrest. I was bitter about him quitting on the Browns, then badmouthing them to anyone who would listen. Did Cleveland need anymore shame heaped on? Guilty as charged — I locked step with the fingerpointing masses.
Speaking of Cleveland shame…I’m listening to Jimmy Dimora’s yammering at the moment. I wish people wouldn’t say “interpet.” Here — I’ll give you an extra “R.” No charge.
Yikes, this post, um, meandered a bit. I apologize. I’ve been up since 1:50 and I’m already jonesin’ for a lil nappy. Not happening today, unfortunately. But hey, it’s Wemsday — week’s half over!