A couple weeks ago, Jared Loughner shot Rep. Gabrielle Giffords — oh yeah, and killed six people, but the media would like to remind you that he injured a politician — and half the damn world got up on their soapboxes to talk about the scourge of violent rhetoric. We were told — with the same earnest sanctimoniousness that used to pervade bad after-school specials in the ’80s — that violent metaphors, particularly when applied to political speech about politicians, can warp the minds of the dangerously unstable among us and drive them to actual non-metaphorical violence. And when it became clear that Loughner’s assault had nothing to do with Sarah Palin’s campaign ads, we were reminded that, well, it’s pretty plausible that someone might flip his lid in the misty and indeterminate future, right?
So now that Melanie Snanopoulos has attempted to murder her cousin over a Facebook friend request —
— we should stand by to be inundated with hysterical commentary over the pressures of social networking, its sinister potential to warp the minds of the dangerously unstable among us and drive them to violence, and probably something about online privacy and kids these days multitasking. Here comes the moralizing!
Any minute now.
Let’s check Memeorandum for a roundup of the day’s top stories. Here’s one!
Kucinich, D-Ohio, bit into an olive pit in a sandwich wrap in April 2008, which he said led to “serious and permanent dental and oral injuries,” according to documents filed with the Superior Court of the District of Columbia.He’s seeking $150,000 in damages, the court filing says.
Wow; slow news day.
Wait, wait, let’s check that minivan story again:
patricianspoliticians injured, just a plebianregular citizen.
- No political cheap shots to be taken nor axes to grind.
Move along, folks; nothing to see here.
(The story notes that Snanopolous used a minivan to assault her cousin. Can we at least agree that the country needs stronger, common-sense automobile laws to restrict the availability of high-capacity passenger vehicles with automatic transmissions? Who needs seven seats to go to the bar, anyway? I hear “high-capacity” and “automatic” are scary words, so I can use them to make a stupid point and no-one’ll notice.)