Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Portents of the End of the World as We Know it


Sometimes, you read something and say to yourself, "What's this world coming to?"

Until you remember hearing a legendary story involving a teen aged boy "shooting the moon" and dropping the load out the window of a moving vehicle. That story came from your high school days, and you also know that, if the story is true, the moon-shooting-load-dropper also grew up to be an attorney.

So, what else is new?

As reported in a local pioneer press article:

Police: Woman relieved herself, hit car


September 21, 2010

By MATT KIEFER mkiefer@pioneerlocal.com

Deerfield police are investigating a strange case of public indecency and a hit-and-run crash reported Sept. 13 at Takeda Pharmaceuticals.

At 6:23 a.m., rooftop surveillance cameras recorded an unidentified woman drive into the front parking lot of the company property, 1 Takeda Parkway, then get out of her car and then defecate and urinate on company property.

Two security guards who responded said they parked their vehicle behind the woman's car, but that she put the car into reverse and struck their car before driving to the Lake-Cook Road exit. Company security reported she disobeyed two red lights on her way to the Interstate 294 tollway southbound entrance.

Reports describe the car as a red 2002 Jeep Liberty.

If arrested, the woman could be charged with public indecency, leaving the scene of a vehicle damage crash, disorderly conduct and failure to obey a traffic control device, according to reports.



The attention grabbing aspect here is that this was done by a WOMAN! Just what IS it they use in those Takeda Pharmaceuticals?

Does this story dampen the impact of one of Jerry Lembke's arguments that the stories of returning Vietnam Veterans being spat upon by anti-war protesters are more urban legend than actual fact? (He states that the only instances of Vietnam Veterans being spat upon occurred when they were walking in anti-war marches, although Ron Kovic writes of being spat upon at the 1972 Republican National Convention in Miami when he and several other wheel-chair bound veterans tried to take the stage during Nixon's inauguration.)

Lembke's rebuttal is short. In most of these stories, a dirty hippie chick does the spitting. Lembke says "girls don't spit."

Interestingly, former Secretary of Defense Robert MacNamara writes that he too was spat on at a Washington D.C. restuarant during the days of the protest.

So it comes down to who do you believe? The real living hero, John Rambo, or some skinny sociologist?