Variety of uniformities makes complete beauty.
- Christopher Wren, English Architect (1632-1723)
I absolutely hate it when they televise car chases on the news. First off, it doesn’t qualify as news because it doesn’t really have any relevance to your viewers at home, but more importantly, as the chase goes on, somewhere out there, that news coverage is planting a little thought in some vapid little mind that just might sprout the next time that person sees those red and blue flashing lights in their rearview.
No matter how high you are, I’m guessing nine times out of ten, the guy out there running from the cops, swerving in and out of traffic and running red lights probably knows how it’s going to end with him in a jail cell or maybe even the morgue, but it seems there’s an unending little trickle of people in this society willing to trade their freedom, their lives, for what they figure might be the one and only opportunity they’ll ever have at having some relevance in this world, their only chance to have their names repeated once by total strangers all around their little corner of the world.
Which brings me to this part from the manifesto of cop-killer and serial-killer Christopher Dorner:
Jennifer Beals, Serena Williams, Grae Drake, Lisa Nicole-Carson, Diana Taurasi, N’bushe Wright, Brenda Villa, Kate Winslet, Ashley Graham, Erika Christensen, Gabrielle Union, Isabella Soprano, Zain Verjee, Tamron Hall, Gina Carano, America Ferrara, Giana Michaels, Nene, Natalie Portman, Queen Latifah, Michelle Rodriguez, Anjelah Johnson, Kelly Clarkson, Nora Jones, Laura Prepon, Margaret Cho, and Rutina Wesley, you are THE MOST beautiful women on this planet, period. Never settle, professionally or personally.
What a loser. I wonder how many hours he devoted to compiling this, his ultimate list of the twenty-seven most beautiful famous women that he’d ever seen on TV or a movie screen.
This guy was at a point in his life where he had been dumped by his wife (after only a few weeks) dumped by the LAPD and he felt he had no chance to recover from these setbacks and ever amount to anything. Trying to get inside this psycho’s head, do not underestimate how much of a role it played in his mind that if he went out on a killing spree, he would have everyone of those twenty-seven ladies he mentioned in his manifesto knowing his name, speaking his name on their lips and hearing his words.
Guess what, asshole? I can’t guarantee that all twenty-seven of those women think you’re the scum of the earth, but I would bet almost anything that at least twenty-five or twenty-six of those twenty-seven women are disgusted by you, repulsed by your actions and consider you the lowest of the low.
Way to make a name for yourself, scumbag.
Unlike the car chase though, there’s really no denying that the Dorner murder spree really is news. There’s really nothing you can change about the news stations having to cover it, especially when everyone across the Southland is tuning in and the television channels are getting what will probably be some of their highest ratings of the year.
So a very sick man manages to grab the attention of twenty-seven of the world’s most beautiful women. Despite the fact that there’s a good chance the coverage is going to plant another seed in some other loser’s head, what can you change about the fact that people are going to tune in and the news stations are going to cover it?
File this one under “First World Problems”.