Thursday, October 16, 2003
Have you read this?
Pretty horrific, isn't it? But look again. The dead 17-year-old had a two-year-old baby. If I do my math correctly, that means birth at 15, and preganancy at 14. I've not seen any related stories about the arrest and subsequent castration of a child molester.
There's the "Great Society" for you, 40 years on: a leisure class at either end of the economic spectrum with the idle wealthy indulging themselves in luxurious trips, clothing, food, and outrageous statements about the continued need for the "Great Society," while the idle poor make do with sex, cheap drugs, violence, and outrageous statements about the continued need for the "Great Society."
Oh, and Shirley Franklin expecting the middle class to pay her sewer bill.
Shelley had it right:
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed,
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Thus the "Great Society" begun by a Democrat President, and sustained by every vote-buying Democrat politician since. High hopes that turned into a cockroach-infested wasteland of permanent poverty, drug abuse, children with their out-of-wedlock babies, boys with "playas" as fathers, and on, and on, and on.
Pretty horrific, isn't it? But look again. The dead 17-year-old had a two-year-old baby. If I do my math correctly, that means birth at 15, and preganancy at 14. I've not seen any related stories about the arrest and subsequent castration of a child molester.
There's the "Great Society" for you, 40 years on: a leisure class at either end of the economic spectrum with the idle wealthy indulging themselves in luxurious trips, clothing, food, and outrageous statements about the continued need for the "Great Society," while the idle poor make do with sex, cheap drugs, violence, and outrageous statements about the continued need for the "Great Society."
Oh, and Shirley Franklin expecting the middle class to pay her sewer bill.
Shelley had it right:
I met a traveler from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed,
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look upon my works, ye Mighty, and despair!"
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
Thus the "Great Society" begun by a Democrat President, and sustained by every vote-buying Democrat politician since. High hopes that turned into a cockroach-infested wasteland of permanent poverty, drug abuse, children with their out-of-wedlock babies, boys with "playas" as fathers, and on, and on, and on.
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