One tends to believe that it might be a good idea to go remind the Pakistani police that Shakespeare’s play ‘The Second Part of King Henry the Sixth’* is allegory, rather than wishful thinking. Please stop beating the lawyers — some folks over here are getting ideas, and drool is damned hard to mop up.
In other news, we notice that a 25-year-old teacher, formerly working in Nebraska, apparently decided that she wanted icing on her criminal cake: not only was the boy a mere 13 years old, but he was also an illegal immigrant. And for the trifecta, it seems that the (gold) star-crossed lovers decided to flee to Mexico.
My whole, complete and entire view of that sordid little situation can be summed up quite nicely in the following conversation:
Co-Worker: “You got to admit, part of you thinks that kid is a stud.”
CW: “Ya, he’s really a bit lucky.”
LD: “You’ve got a daughter in sixth grade, don’t you?”
CW: “Yeah, why?”
LD: “So, when the football coach takes her to Canada for some wild and kinky chandelier sex …”
CW: “I’d kill that mother-[deleted]!”
LD: “And you don’t see the irony there, do you?”
We are also informed that convicted murderer and flamboyant bounty-hunter Duane “Dog” Chapman is in hot water over a taped phone conversation with his son in which Mr. Chapman used racial epithets and rather unflattering language to describe the girlfriend of the son.
Welcome to a sharp, sharp lesson in the free market, Duane.
While we here at Rancho LawDog figure Duane Chapman is getting everything he deserved, we can’t help but also point out that if Mr. Chapman had chanted his end of the phone conversation over a heavy bass beat and record scratching — he’d probably wind up being nominated for a Grammy Award in the Rap Category.
The latest news story says that the son with whom Mr. Chapman was having the phone conversation sold the recording of the conversation to a tabloid for fifteen thousand US dollars. The story goes on to say that there’s “still some friction” betwixt Mr. Chapman and the son.
No! Really? Who’d’a thunk it?
In other news, it seems that the Hollywood Screenwriters Union has called a strike. The aether is ablaze with dire predictions of no new TeeVee shows until the strike is resolved.
First off, we didn’t realize that a lot of today’s programmes actually had writing. We were under the impression — from the quality, you understand — that the actors were pretty much ad-libbing the whole thing; and secondly:
No new TeeVee shows is bad news … why?
Ugh. I’m for bed. See y’all later.
* Act IV, Scene II: “The first thing we do, let’s kill all the lawyers”.