The Dumbest Man in America
The Dumbest Man in America
You know, when I screw up, I'll usually declare to no one in particular, that I am the Dumbest Man in America.
But tonight, I see that statement just cannot be true.
Ron Mexico's little brother, like a kid with a bicycle horn who just cannot get enough attention from anybody, was arrested in Virginia for waving a gun around and pointing it at teenagers.
You know, somewhere deep down inside me, there's a rant about how these personality traits that have earned Marcus Vick a certain amount of notoriety these past three or four years aren't exactly new personality traits. And in this rant, I'd go on and on about how we've set up a system in this country that, even from a young age, gives preferential treatment and the occasional blind eye to the bad eggs, if they can throw a football or dunk a basketball, and how this is a problem that should have been nipped in the bud way back in the day.
But the rant usually ends with me crying and/or concussed after I've beaten my head against one sociological wall or another, so I won't get into it, too much. I'm much too lazy for that.
Suffice it to say that today, at least, I am not the Dumbest Man in America.
In other news, I've reached my Marcus Vick newsbit quota for this year. I want to hear no more about this thug for the rest of 2006. You guys work on this, okay?
You know, when I screw up, I'll usually declare to no one in particular, that I am the Dumbest Man in America.
But tonight, I see that statement just cannot be true.
Ron Mexico's little brother, like a kid with a bicycle horn who just cannot get enough attention from anybody, was arrested in Virginia for waving a gun around and pointing it at teenagers.
You know, somewhere deep down inside me, there's a rant about how these personality traits that have earned Marcus Vick a certain amount of notoriety these past three or four years aren't exactly new personality traits. And in this rant, I'd go on and on about how we've set up a system in this country that, even from a young age, gives preferential treatment and the occasional blind eye to the bad eggs, if they can throw a football or dunk a basketball, and how this is a problem that should have been nipped in the bud way back in the day.
But the rant usually ends with me crying and/or concussed after I've beaten my head against one sociological wall or another, so I won't get into it, too much. I'm much too lazy for that.
Suffice it to say that today, at least, I am not the Dumbest Man in America.
In other news, I've reached my Marcus Vick newsbit quota for this year. I want to hear no more about this thug for the rest of 2006. You guys work on this, okay?
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