Some justice, anyway, is being done: Donald Sterling is
suffering the wrath of the NBA commissioner, NBA owners players and fans, plus the
disapproval of the civilized world, for his racism. (He doesn't want his young
svelte mistress to be seen with the likes of Magic Johnson? Such a schmuck.) Sterling
is a target of my wrath too, though maybe more so my disgust. Yet I can't but appreciate
a piece by Mike Pesca that asks if what a man says in — what he believes to be —
privacy ought to be snatched up by social media and used to remove him from his
property.
And what about Cliven Bundy?
How has he managed to slip through the cracks of wrath, nausea, and disgust? Bundy
is the Wyoming rancher who has been grazing his livestock on federal land and refusing
to pay the minimal nickel for the privilege. This a guy who hates Jews even
more than blacks or — wait — was that the Duck Dynasty jerk? So many unevolved individuals, so little time. Anyway, re Bundy, last I heard is that when agents
of the Bureau of Land Management appeared to collect a fraction of what he
owed, he summoned a posse of Marlboro men, all on horseback, all with rifles,
to rebuff them.
