let’s take a walk down a street in imaginary-world for a few moments together.
pretend you’re a judge. an important judge. you make important, political decisions and lots of people pay attention to what you decide. you’re a mover and a shaker. you’ve got visions of elected office and you think the word ’senator’ sounds good in front of your name. you like the finer things in life; your skin itches when not ensconced in cashmere and you have to quash your gag reflex when not drinking antartic glacier-water thawed by virgin seals.
of course, you’re a family man (or woman, for that matter) and you’ve worked hard to put your son through all the right prep schools and finally gotten him into a prestigious university. you’re proud of all you’ve accomplished and all the bright potential of your future. there’s no reason to not think you will be on the right side of the aisle when the lobbyists come calling with gifts.
then, one day, you are forwarded a picture of your son on facebook and he’s wearing beer. literally, a belt fashioned from beer cans hangs snugly on his well-cared-for waist. given the angle from which they hang, the cans are both easily accessible and replaceable. a modern-day batman. as your pride and shame battle for control of your face, you examine more pictures and see him lying unconcious with balls drawn on his forehead and oh, is that a penis about to enter his bare, white ass? why, i think it is.
perhaps that’s enough of imaginary-world. reality: a UK paper gives a brief rundown of some US famous politicians and officials who have recently become ensnared in similar scandals. it’s an interesting piece which pits the recklessness of youth against the sensibilities of the older generation and the freedom of the child against the responsibilities of the parent.
personally, i can’t really think of a funny line to put here to end this post. why don’t you?
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