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.