go apeshit possibly for the last time over a nice juicy murder...well it is akin to taking your frail and infirm Great Grandmother to the roller derby one last time...the sheer uncomplicated happiness of the occasion momentarily obliterates the oncoming tragedy.
Untroubled by a drop-dead date of what...next week? The Globe goes on merrily talking to the alleged perp's lab partners, colleagues and no doubt his goldfish weaving a living tapestry of exquisite newspaper speculation and heresay.
We will miss rubbish like this when it is gone thass all Humble Elias can say.
Of course, we ought to remember as we sit this vigil, that the Globe's anti-Criagslist hysteria is likely a consequence of said website eating up all the classified advert revenue in sight.
Just sayin'...
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