Two amazing *stories*, both of which, in their own way, rendered me momentarily speechless. The first just seems so...I pause and struggle here trying to decide which typekeys to hit...so erm...well, unusual. Anticlimax wasn't it (no pun intended), but really... It's not so much for the content - nothing really surprises me too much these days - but [probably] it's because the door was locked fer Chrissake. I mean, is there NO privacy these days. As for Mr. Watkins...here, words do completely fail me.
The second is a story that I felt compelled to read about after waking up just before 4am and hearing a report about it on the BBC World Service. I didn't get back to sleep, in part because I spent a lot of time trying to figure out how it was that everything behind this sad tale is all just so wrong-headed, so disjointed, so upsetting, so ridiculous, so non-sequitorial if there is such a word, so frustrating and so gggggggggggaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh that it beggars belief. When money for grief, bigotry for religion and lawyering up instead of common sense all come together it makes a real mess of lives and memories. Us higher primates still have a hell of a long road to travel.
The second is a story that I felt compelled to read about after waking up just before 4am and hearing a report about it on the BBC World Service. I didn't get back to sleep, in part because I spent a lot of time trying to figure out how it was that everything behind this sad tale is all just so wrong-headed, so disjointed, so upsetting, so ridiculous, so non-sequitorial if there is such a word, so frustrating and so gggggggggggaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh that it beggars belief. When money for grief, bigotry for religion and lawyering up instead of common sense all come together it makes a real mess of lives and memories. Us higher primates still have a hell of a long road to travel.
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