Darwin Loves...
...baggy pants.
Yeahokaywhatever. Here's the RealSpeak™ translation:
"He was a violent, ill-tempered little thug; he was very unpleasant... He used participation in our youth ministry as a smokescreen for his criminal activities. Always wanted to avoid honest work. Yes, he was a gangbanger with a rap sheet longer than your arm, and he was determined to make it longer."
Am I doing this particular corpse a disservice? Possibly, but I doubt it. And it's certainly accurate for the type. Honest, upstanding young citizens don't walk around dressed like gangbangers, carrying illegal handguns on their persons, buying smuggled cigarettes out of back-alley drop vans. And I don't subscribe to that "he's doing what he has to do to survive in his environment" crap, either. Plenty of people have risen from very humble, poor beginnings to become successful and respected in honest society. One chooses to become a thug, or one does not. There is no "force of circumstance." That's a cop-out for the weak-willed, invented by pasty-white liberal hand wringers as an aid in their never-ending quest to make square pegs enter round holes.
As a mental exercise, however, let's assume the leftist "theory" is correct, that environment forces these young males into their roles as criminals. Who, exactly, can we blame for that horrific environment? Ronald Reagan? Karl Rove? Donald Trump? Mickey Mouse? No, the blame falls squarely on the shoulders of one man, father of the "Great Society," public housing, and the modern welfare system: Lyndon Baines Johnson. War profiteer, societal engineer, political Judas, opportunist extraordinaire -- and Democrat.
Ah... I love the smell of irony in the morning.
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(Hat-tip to Rusty C.)
Dionta RaShad Cochran was killed by his own gun after it accidentally discharged in the 19-year-old's pocket, authorities said Friday. The bullet struck him in the chest while he was getting into an SUV to buy cigarettes.
Tests confirmed that the fatal round was fired from the .32-caliber pistol Cochran kept in the back pocket of his low-hanging pants...
"He was a very outgoing young man; he was very sweet... He was a part of our youth ministry. Always wanted to do the right thing. Yes, he had some trouble in the past, but when he came out, he had his head on right."
Yeahokaywhatever. Here's the RealSpeak™ translation:
"He was a violent, ill-tempered little thug; he was very unpleasant... He used participation in our youth ministry as a smokescreen for his criminal activities. Always wanted to avoid honest work. Yes, he was a gangbanger with a rap sheet longer than your arm, and he was determined to make it longer."
Am I doing this particular corpse a disservice? Possibly, but I doubt it. And it's certainly accurate for the type. Honest, upstanding young citizens don't walk around dressed like gangbangers, carrying illegal handguns on their persons, buying smuggled cigarettes out of back-alley drop vans. And I don't subscribe to that "he's doing what he has to do to survive in his environment" crap, either. Plenty of people have risen from very humble, poor beginnings to become successful and respected in honest society. One chooses to become a thug, or one does not. There is no "force of circumstance." That's a cop-out for the weak-willed, invented by pasty-white liberal hand wringers as an aid in their never-ending quest to make square pegs enter round holes.
As a mental exercise, however, let's assume the leftist "theory" is correct, that environment forces these young males into their roles as criminals. Who, exactly, can we blame for that horrific environment? Ronald Reagan? Karl Rove? Donald Trump? Mickey Mouse? No, the blame falls squarely on the shoulders of one man, father of the "Great Society," public housing, and the modern welfare system: Lyndon Baines Johnson. War profiteer, societal engineer, political Judas, opportunist extraordinaire -- and Democrat.
Ah... I love the smell of irony in the morning.
___
(Hat-tip to Rusty C.)
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