Morning News: Weekend at Bernie's Remake
What I’m really reading….
As Édouard writes, “la danse continue.” Although I absolutely refused to enter into the giddy Obamaphoria that seemed to have infected so many friends over the weekend and beyond, I was looking forward to the simplification that a Clinton defeat would afford. I’ve nothing against Hillary, but her persistent unpopularity in some quarters makes me sad, because it reminds me that in 2000 I was the only person I knew who loathed and feared George W Bush. Where were all the haters then?
But I can’t stay sad for long, because the following scene is stuck in my mind:
Their sidewalk procession had already attracted the stares of passers-by who were startled by the sight of the body flopping from side to side as the two men tried to prop it up, the police said. The late Mr. Cintron was dressed in a faded black T-shirt and blue-and-white sneakers. His pants were pulled up part of the way, and his midsection was covered by a jacket, the police said. While the two men were inside the check-cashing office, a small crowd had gathered around the chair. A detective, Travis Rapp, eating a late lunch at a nearby Empanada Mama saw the crowd and notified the Midtown North station house.
If you ask me, the perps in the case, James P O’Hare and David J Dalaia, both 65 and unemployed, ought to be cleared of all criminal charges and awarded the $355 that they sought to obtain by posthumously cashing Virgil Cintron’s Social Security Check. They have entertained their city no end, and deserve some sort of prize. Whether or not they’re bright enough to remain at large is another question, but jail is definitely not the place for these guys. (Read the story, “Corpse Wheeled to Check-Cashing Store Leads to 2 Arrests,” by Bruce Lambert and Christine Hauser.)