Trevor Noah said it best when he said that Sean Hannity seems to have a permanent seat on the wrong side of history. Hannity really locked on the safety belt this week when he interviewed a Republican senatorial candidate who has been substantially accused of multiple accounts of indecent sexual behaviour with adolescent girls while acting as the District Attorney. I would really like, as Trevor often says, to get into it in terms of Judge Roy Moore.
Speaking of the honorific title "Judge," Moore seems like the kind of character that would be deemed too sleazy and revolting to appear as a villainous corrupt official in "Judge Dredd" or its parent comic "2000 A.D." Those types of adult graphic novel-style comic books were dark, morbid, and horrifically violent, but when it came to sexually explicit, kiddie-porn level smut, they ran away shrieking. Judge Dredd's niece Vienna was held hostage and threatened with all manner of horror, but never molestation. The decadent and thoroughly debauched rule of Judge Cal depicted all sorts of improprieties, but never interference with a minor.
That level of sick crime was never addressed in any of the Mega-City chronicles. Whether that be because of publishing censorship restrictions that precluded even discussing that sort of sex crime, or the personal aversions of the authors is irrelevant. In a narrative about the relationship between justice and enforcement, where punishment is so disproportionate as to deter all but the incurably insane from attempting to commit crimes, Roy Moore's despicable predatory behaviour would have an obvious and unimpeachable repercussion.
I must collapse into bed, since the aches and spasms are getting the better of me. First, I want to remind myself that the Keurig coffee company, which I often ridicule as the purveyor of 1950s-esque inefficient household technology, actually decided to yank its advertising sponsorship of Sean Hannity's TV show after his disgustingly awful interview of Roy Moore. In response, people supporting the bible-thumping child-diddler have started destroying their environmentally scornful coffee machines in protest of the advertising suspension.
So... if I like the idea of a District Attorney stalking high school football games and shopping malls looking for teenage girls, and then manipulate situations such that he can aggressively molest them... them I should smash coffee machines. Conversely, if I think that paedophiles should stay out of publicly-elected positions of power... I should drink coffee from an expensive machine that uses non-disposable "pods"? There's too much here to unpack at a single setting when I'm far too sore to cope with the mental gymnastics. Besides, it's possible that the following random playlist may shed a light on the whole affair, if such it can be called.
Stochastic Sudsy Songs
Teenager in Love, by Bad MannersGloria, by Them
Cordelia, by The Tragically Hip
I Looked Away, by Derek and the Dominoes
Eat My Brain, by The Odds
Europa Geht Durch Mich, by The Manic Street Preachers
And that's all from me. After another round of x-rays, renewing my driver's licence, and another round of GP and specialist appointments, I'm running on empty. Back at you as soon as I can concatenate more than three thoughts successfully.
Goodnight England and the Colonies,
—mARKUS
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