Join a church, the Lions, the Knights of Columbus, boyscouts, -whatever. If your life up to now is shaping up so that your only legacy is an obituary that says "all he/she ever did was turn food into shit" move to North Korea. They need more shit.
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I got a drunk driver arrested yesterday in Edmonton. I saw this guy stopped at a red light get out to put on a coat, -he could barely stand upright. Ok, I thought, maybe he's merely disabled, but then when the light turned green and he pulled away he bounced off the curb on the other side of the street.
I called 911 and directed the Police to his location, describing the vehicle and driver. Within a few minutes two patrol cars intercepted him; and I continued on my errand.
When I returned 30 minutes or so later he was in the back seat of one of the police cars, and his truck was being towed. The arresting officer said they had him on a lot more than just the drunk driving, and that he'd definitely be going to jail.
Good.
When I saw him weaving and bouncing his truck off the curb I knew he could kill somebody. Besides the satisfaction of maybe saving a life, my auto insurance is too pricey already, in part because of having to cover for the mistakes of drunks like this asshole.
In his book Tunnel in the Sky, Robert Heinlein once wrote something to the effect that anyone who lives their life as if the world was the way they wished it, instead of in accordance to the way it actually was, shouldn't be allowed to graduate into adulthood, or be trusted to look after themselves, or vote or some such thing.
I'm reminded of this almost every time I hear this guy speak. This guy is living in a dream world. Here's what's wrong in 52 seconds:
I had misgivings about working as a reporter when I entered the field in 1984. Mostly it was because I didn't want myself to be associated with reporters of a type like Rebecca Aguilar. A recent recipient of the Broadcast Journalist of the Year award from the National Association of Hispanic Journalists, Aguilar was fired by her Dallas-FortWorth Fox affiliate last week, apparently for conducting an "ambush interview" of a 78 year old burglary victim trying to climb into his car outside of a Dallas Gun shop.
If you did not watch the video, 78 year old James Walton allegedly shot and killed, on two occasions, thieves who'd climbed this 8 foot security fence and broke into his salvage business. Police had confiscated Walton's shotgun, and Walton had earlier in the day told Aguilar that he was going out to buy another one.
I've always been disappointed in the way competition among broadcast journalists can lead a reporter to treat victims of crime or disaster in this way. In a small way, Aguilar has my sympathy. But only a small amount.
From the TV interview, it's clear he didn't expect to see her there, and she badgered him with the tasteless questions we've come to expect from sewage journalism. You know the sort of questions I mean, like "How did it feel to see your house burn down?" or "How did you feel when you heard your husband's plane went down?"
The guy was clearly upset at her and the camera crew and she had the nerve to ask, "Are those tears of remorse?" Holy Shit lady, the guy was buying a new gun for pete's sake. Her liberal gun-guilt was sickeningly obvious as she tried to turn the blame back onto the Burglary victim for having the audacity to defend himself. I rather like James Walton for how he answered her, "It's a shotgun, and I'd hate to have to use it already..." or "...do you think I invited them into my building?"
Good for you James Walton, I hope the bastards never try to rob you again.
You didn't have to do your story that way, so Good for you too, Rebecca Aguilar. I read your complaints about how you're now professionally marked for life in the Google age. Now you can experience something too few liberals ever get to experience: accountability for one's actions.
