No laughs today, friends. I’ve got the blues, and rightfully so, I guess.
I was in the hospital a few weeks ago with a “fever of unknown origin,” and I’m not snapping back very fast. Bummer. How could that be? (No worries, I’ve been vaccinated, tested and retested.) I can’t even blame Trump, although maybe I can blame him for the hours I spent on the couch for several years watching him try to destroy the country. Apparently outrage does not build muscle mass.
But two other things, unrelated, have laid me low.
The first is the horrific exodus of Afghans fleeing the Taliban, following years of our manipulating and propping up so-called governments in the Middle East. By the way, did you see many (or any) women and girls at the airport?
The other gut-wrencher is the story about the girl whose body was found in an Oak Park alley after she was raped by a man while she was unconscious. The rape was posted online by another teenage girl who was present and put the photos on Snapchat. How can someone so young be so defiled? At some point they noticed the victim was dead and they dropped her in the alley.
By the way, I’m well aware that stories like this happen and may often go unreported in the city media. I think it’s always been something of a mystery about what Joseph Conrad was referring to when he wrote “The horror! The horror!” I think I know now, at least in my mind. I guess I choose to know about reality even if I’m powerless to stop it.
I think I’m too old for jury duty, but I’d consider lying through my teeth if I were called in the case of the guy who dumped that girl in the alley.
