ARA Chief Bitch and my namesake. Greenie courtesy of BG & H’s human.
Well, sort of.
The FBSoD has apparently hosed my laptop, which is now undergoing repairs in its own little undisclosed location. At the moment, I’m reduced to a very old, very clunky, very obsolete substitute. Formatting may be a little hinky in the meantime, but blogging resumes momentarily.
Oh, and with a little luck, the following three exceptions will be the only things I have to say about the [all-OJ-all-the-time] VA Tech tragedy:
1) Ismail (Ishmael) in this context undoubtedly is a biblical (OT) reference, NOT a Muslim extremist one. You know, Abraham, Hagar, adultery, bastardy, Ishmael and Hagar cast out to wander in the wilderness . . . . Yeah, Schlussel, Malkin, et al., I’m looking at you, you stupid twats. (Oh, God, that was a mistake. Somebody hand me the eyeball bleach.)
2) Shut up about evil and selfishness already. Two fucking words: Mental illness.
3) And for the stupid, oblivious, fuckwitted administration, campus cops, local law enforcement, and everyone else who failed this kid for years (to say nothing of his victims) - and, potentially, the manufacturers of whatever meds he was taking (SSRIs in adolescents causing suicidal ideation with paranoia and schizoid tendencies, anyone?) - three fucking words: res ipsa loquitur.* Start paying up, bitches.
* Lawyerspeak (i.e., Latin) for "the thing speaks for itself." A fundamental principle of tort law in which, even absent direct evidence, the connection between the act (or failure to act) and the harm is so self-evident as to "speak for itself."
