I love how super-ready the cyclist was with "you weren't using a crosswalk," like it runs through his head whenever he sees a pedestrian. "I could hit that one, not in a crosswalk." "I could knock that guy right over, not in a crosswalk."
I like that they hired someone physically incapable of growing an ironic beard.
Harris has put four million in print so far. Four. Million. Woof. I read one. Cheesy fun.
Oddly, he also edited Bantam's first annual Best African American Fiction anthology this year, and it's pretty terrific.
Great article, a little kumbaya at the end but really interesting thoughts. I hope you'll post it up north on Slog, where we sometimes miss you very very much.
I wonder whether an electorate's expectations of honesty ratchet up as an official gets elected, then reelected, and then elected to higher office, with the public delegating more and more power to the official as time goes on. I kind of think voters might tend to feel a wee bit more shocked and scared because the integrity lapse leaked practically the moment they'd just elevated Adams.
And I doubt voters will ever quit wanting elected officials to be more principled than the average citizen. Officials have asked for and been granted special powers from the people, and it comes with a price that includes demonstrating you can withstand the ubiquitous temptations to political corruption. If the public felt corruption was rare, voters wouldn't be so touchy about signs of ethical weakness. To overcome this, politicians do promise voters they are exceptionally ethical people--certainly compared to the opposing candidates-- so part of the expectation of higher behavior is one they flog themselves.
It gets intensified the smaller the jurisdiction, where voters tend to have a more personal attitude toward their electeds. Ah, Portland.
I missed Idol last night. Sigh.
Did Sam really uphold your campsite rule? Did he "correct any misconceptions they may have" when he (admittedly) coached the kid to lie for him after? If so, he made the petard 'pon which he's hoist by the kid today. No tea or sympathy owed.
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