Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Progress, 21st-century-style

Can I ask kind of a dumb question?

What exactly has gone well since we started kicking ass?

Isn't that the straight-forward standard for progress?

That things start going better?

Where has that happened, exactly?

Good question, don't you think?

I guess that's what progress looks like the in the 21st century.

It's so radical, you can't even see it show up anywhere.

Good thing we're moving forward, huh?

Cause if things got any better, the world would just be a terrible mess.

And what would we do then?

The best we can manage (or why 3-year-olds should live without daddies)

Ex-NY Giant Burress gets 2 years in gun case

Thank goodness Plaxico Burress is off the streets.

Mr. National Football League thinks he can bring a gun into a night club, have it go off accidentally, and not be separated from his wife and 3-year-old son for one or two years?

It's getting scum like Plaxico off the streets that is finally gonna clean things up.

Just like last time. And the time before that. And the time before that. And every time since civilization began policing itself.

If kids like Elijah want to see their fathers, they need to start telling them to follow the rules and everything will finally fall into order.

That day should be coming soon.

Wait for it. It's coming.

Wait for it.

Wait for it.

Oh well.

If not, don't worry.

Noone is responsible. Ever.

Because that's the best we can manage, anyway.