Trifecta of Gross: Roy Moore, #MeToo, and Al Franken

Hello friends! I haven’t written much lately. Before I can think through any news story or write about it, it’s old news. The days before Donald Trump make even 2015 seem like a quaint time and place, where nothing ever happened, and people went to square dances and ate Werther’s Originals… light years away from the present.

I’m overwhelmed with the volume of news and can’t keep up with writing now, but Ruby Lee would not go quietly into that good night. So here is my very last post.

It would be a good thing if there was less sexual assault. Or no sexual assault. Still, I dislike the #MeToo movement. It’s got the bloodthirsty feel of a witchhunt. Exhibit A:

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Last Words Connoisseur

Last words are weirdly fascinating. Sometimes they sum up the person’s essence in a few words, other times they seem wildly out of character.

Though in Hollywood, last words are uniformly ridiculous (see Point Break), real life last words can be deeply moving, funny, sad, cruel…

"My whole life has been about this moment, Johnny. C'mon, compadre, c'mon!"

“My whole life has been about this moment, Johnny!”

Most last words are conventional like, “I love you” or “By the way, I cut you out of my will a few years back.”

Let’s examine some others.

Witty farewells. François Rabelais said: “I owe much; I have nothing; the rest I leave to the poor.” Which is a cute way of letting his creditors down easy.

When Oscar Wilde died in 1900, his last words were, “Either that wallpaper goes or I do” which is clever and gay, much like Oscar.

As Sir Walter Raleigh waited to be beheaded, he looked at the axe and said, “It is a sharp medicine, but a sure cure for all ills.”

Beautiful farewells. George Harrison said, “Love one another.” Bo Diddley’s last words were, “I’m goin’ to heaven! I’m comin’ home.”

But far more intriguing are the last words of the total jerk. Karl Marx’ parting words were: “Go on, get out! Last words are for fools who haven’t said enough!”

Joan Crawford, who was a delight by anyone’s standards, hissed: “Damn it! Don’t you dare ask God to help me!”

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The Ransom Note Proves Patsy Ramsey Killed JonBenét

A little after 5 a.m. on the morning after Christmas 1996, the police received a call from Patsy Ramsey, reporting the disappearance of her 6-year-old daughter, JonBenét. Mrs. Ramsey stated she awakened that morning to find a note on the stairs, announcing the kidnapping of her daughter, along with a demand for ransom. JonBenét was nowhere to be found.

Police immediately descended on the home, awaiting the call promised in the ransom letter. It never came. Patsy Ramsey called a number of friends to notify them of her daughter’s disappearance, and as news spread, the home filled with friends and neighbors. The hours dragged by, and police urged John Ramsey, JonBenét’s father, to search the house for anything out of place that could provide a clue to what happened. Just a few minutes later, John Ramsey staggered back into the living room, carrying the body of his little girl. He had found her in the wine cellar, the first place he looked.

The official cause of death was strangulation, but JonBenét also suffered a massive blow to the head. John Ramsey destroyed the crime scene when he moved his daughter’s body; few concrete clues were left, with the exception of the ransom note. No one has ever been charged with the murder. JonBenét’s case is referred to as an unsolved mystery, but it would be more accurate to say the crime has gone unpunished since there is no mystery as to the killer’s identity. The ransom note gives her away as clearly as if she signed it.

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