OK, it's a little premature, but I couldn't help laughing at the first reports out of the Par Ridder hearings today.
Question: what's the difference between a little rich girl driving while drunk and a little rich boy driving a newspaper while drunk on power?
UPDATE: Mnspeak's worth a look on this. Lots of funny people there.
Hey anonymous, are you talking about the Twin Cities Reader?
I normally don't spar with people who don't have the guts to sign their names, but, if you bothered to check any facts, you'd know that I didn't close the Reader. The people who bought City Pages from me closed the Reader.
Like Paris, Par's manifesting the ethical norms of his station in life. Among his peers, I would imagine this raises nary an eye brow. More likely it elicits little more than knowing smiles and cold-blooded speculation over at the Mpls Club. Paris will likely get a starring role on Broadway out of her time in stir.
In those circles, if you're rich, you're right. If you can beat the charges, you'll be welcome in all the very best venues the world over. Hell, even if you don't but hang on to money and power, you're still above any moral reproach.
Richard Armitage aint' in jail, sits on corporate boards for which he's handsomely compensated for nothing more than farting through richly-tanned cordovan leather chairs. Dick Cheney will retire from public life rich beyond my imagining and beloved among the people who matter ito him. George W. Bush will probably get the job he's always aspired to--MLB commish. The beo-cons have all moved on to cushy sinecures at supposedly respectable institutions.
Conservatives want illegal immigrants sent packing or jailed while they mewl over the injustice of jailing Scooter Libby for lying his ass off to a federal grand jury and obstructing justice in an investigation of outing a CIA agent in deliberate effort to punish a whistleblower who questioned their mendacious casus belli and to send chilling frisson of fear down the spines of any other cheeky truth tellers.
This country's sick to the core and Par and Scooter and Murdoch and all their peers are just weeping carbuncles on the failing patient. See Ned Beatty's soliloquy in Network , written then by Chayefsky as a black comedy and now looks like a somewhat dated documentary, and then multiply it ten times over.
Yeah, all us critters in the barnyard are equal, but some are more equal than others.
Hey Bartel, what's the difference between a little rich girl driving drunk and a rich married couple driving their competition out of business while drunk on power! Get Flippin' Real!