The hacking not only exposed nude celebrities, it exposed the dark, sleazy underbelly of some corners of the internet.
What this country’s kids need is more Hello Kitty and less Uzi.
You go first…No, by all means, YOU go first…
There has been much attention focused on the tragic death of James Foley here in Milwaukee. Foley had local ties, being a graduate of Marquette University. He paid the ultimate price for doing the job of a good journalist.
The indictment saga will play out and the merits of the case will become more clear. But, hey, I couldn’t resist this gag.
Perhaps it’s just the law of unintended consequences, but this struck me as a particularly glaring case. We armed the Iraqis and are now facing Isis wackos who are fighting us with the very same weapons we sent to the region. It’s almost like “fast and furious” goes to the Mideast.
Now that the heavy-handed police response has been replaced by the highway patrol, things seem to have ratcheted down. The moral seems to be that if you equip the police like soldiers every protester starts to look like an enemy soldier in an urban battlefield.
All the adulation and success in the world were not enough for Robin Williams to go on living. It’s a sobering reminder of the power of this psychological demon.
The horribly botched rollout was duly covered by the media, but its subsequent successes are getting far less–or no–attention. The media has moved on to the next shiny object that grabs its eye.
I don’t have any experience with ebola–thank God–but I have tangled with skin cancer a few times. The growth in the number of Americans who’ve developed the disease is enough to make you never want to leave the house without a hazmat suit. Overkill? Perhaps.