Tuesday, January 12, 2010

I Hate Underpants.

Calling the idiot who likely destroyed the only part of a man's body that he reeeally cares about the "Underpants Bomber" really annoys the hell out of me. I mean, the guy is a total loser, fortunately, and the media is creating this image of him as just a dumb and misguided kid. Aside from the fact that he tried to kill a few hundred people whom he had never met, he's actually a pretty sympathetic figure. Of course, the largest part of sympathetic is, after all, pathetic. Angry, confused, pampered kid who got caught up with the wrong crowd after school.

But back to the underpants. Not only is my hatred for the garment but for the very word underpants. It's so third grade. It's childish and evokes the kid's taunt, " I see London..." and you all know the rest of it. The spin on this story is startling. The pictures they show of him on all the pundit's shows portray a boy. Even his mug shot looks something like what you'd see in your kid's high school yearbook. He looks damn near virginal, which he likely is. If he was like most guys and following the lead from the brain in his little head, there's no way in any god's earth that it's gonna let him use it as a bomb.

The argument could also be made that he, like every nutbag before him, is just wired wrong. Did they really need to have a sanity trial for Jeffery Dahmer? Anyone who decides or just feels like killing people is an okay thing to do are just wired differently than those of us who don't. If you really look around, the overwhelming majority of the people who reside on this orb would rather not be terrified all the time. Really, we would. Unfortunately, it seems like the only way to get that message across to the underwhelming minority is to beat them to death, which sort of negates the whole idea.

Credit the excellent blog Fire Dog Lake with the best name for this moron: The Fruit of the Boom Bomber". Now that makes him sound every bit as dangerous as he is. It doesn't matter about where he came from or how he got to here. What matters is that he's a freaking terrorist and tried to murder a plane full of people. Let's call him what he is, shall we?

For the record, I am all for trying his ass in a federal court and parking his fried genitals in Colorado for the rest of his life, which likely wouldn't be long. There's still a lot more of us than them in prison. Okay, that's probably not a great thing to admit, but that doesn't make it any less true.

The practice of creating cute or meaningful monikers to our criminals was once a tool to invoke fear and to an extent awareness to be more vigilant for your own safety. The Boston Strangler. The Zodiac Killer. The Frankford Slasher. The Underpants Bomber. Which of these things is not like the others?

He's a terrorist, not a folk hero. Besides, it's not like his name is easy, like Dillinger.

That's my screed for today.

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