Rising Hegemon
Yesterday:
All deaths are sad, and some are shocking and sad. Ken Lay's this week was both, though I don't suppose it should have been a shock.
Putting aside all judgments and conclusions, all umbrage, outrage and indignation, and all debates on who was most responsible for the Enron scandal--putting all those weighty and legitimate concerns aside--isn't it obvious that Ken Lay died of a broken heart? We forget that people do, or at least I forget, but they do.
Last September in the wake of Katrina:
As for the tragic piggism that is taking place on the streets of New Orleans, it is not unbelievable but it is unforgivable, and I hope the looters are shot.
Of course, Ken Lay was convicted by a jury of being a criminal -- and the "tragic piggism" of post-Katrina turned out to be far overblown.
But hey, rich white guy dying at a "vacation home" versus hordes of poor mostly black people stuck in a fucking hell hole -- who could expect the Wall Street Journal editorial page or Peggy Noonan to be appropriate?
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