Tragedy befalls all of us. But not evenly. Some of us live on Park Avenue (just adoring a penthouse view), some of us have those we love killed and maimed (possibly raped) (probably not in any of the orders I just described). Of course I grieve for those people, yadda yadda, showing reasonable human emotion.
This NYTimes article tells the story of a man who lost 2 wives/girlfriends. Wow. What a tragedy. What a story. What are the odds that two deaths close to him would each be ruled homicides? Wait a minute...
He's now been charged with the second murder (he remains the only viable suspect in the first). The English major in me, though, is conflicted. What was his tragic flaw? Was it hubris (I've gotten away with one murder, I can do another)? Greed (I don't need a third BabyMama)? Crimal Ineptitude(Cause bullets to the head leave so little forensical evidence)?
The point is, save your sick days. You only get so many free passes in life, whether it be missing a meeting at work or prematurely ending the life of a woman you once loved. So make sure this is really the day at school you dread the most or the chick whose voice gets on your nerves the most.
(P.S., the title is a reference to, among other things, a The Clash song off Sandinista, their tremendouly bizarre triple album.)
Sunday, April 24, 2005
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I thought for a second that the postscript would be a bit of a wink-and-nod to the affect that the jokes in the post were designed to be as luke-warm as your regard for the suffering of others. But, HEY! At least you got The Clash lyrics right! You should check out another tune on that record called "Somebody Got Murdered".
Wow. That was very well put. Quite an excellent heckle. If you ever have the stamina to turn a well-phrased sentence into an on-going drivel of your acidic cynicism, let me know and we'll be happy to post your longer rantings.
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