Thursday, September 02, 2004
Did Someone Call Me Schnorrer?
There's an awful lot of news coverage about l'affaire Bryant, instead of what is really hurting and appalling me, that horrid incident where the Chechens are holding school kids hostage. Who gives a rats ass if someone who dribbles a basketball for a living put his dipstick into a flaky skank, when innocent children are in mortal danger from thugs from the Religion Of Peace (tm, spit, feh)? What in heaven's name are people thinking, that the NBA matters more than innocent children? Such brave freedom fighters, threatening to kill fifty kids for each one of their worthless hides. You haven't seen an equation like that since Lidice. The problem with the media is that they don't want to call a spade a spade here. Parents were ready to storm the school to get their kids, and I understand that at least one father died attempting to save his child. People, one of these days they're going to pull this shit closer to home. It's not inconceivable that they're feeding information to their masters on how the proceedings are unfolding, and of course with their total amorality, they merely see themselves as actors and the kids as objects. I fear horribly for the kids, the Russians being a bit ham-handed in these matters (witness the aftermath of the Moscow theatre attack). It's an untenable position, but the only thing these vermin understand is the willingness to exact painful retribution. Not the pinprick of a house demolition or two. These folks have the right idea.