Crocodile tears

I’m not cold-hearted, but what’s with the hundreds of people in Reno rending their garments and wailing aloud over the death of Brianna Denison?

They’re building a Princess Diana-sized pile of stuff where her body was found: ribbons, flowers, balloons, teddy bears, etc.

Blue ribbons — after the fashion of AIDS ribbons, breast-cancer ribbons and a dozen other ribbons — are sprouting all over the valley.

A homeless man was hauled out of the Truckee River a couple weeks ago, drowned and frozen. No wailing then for a death just as tragic.

Are these people so enamored of grief that they have to horn in on the death of somebody they never knew? What chemically induced void makes them want to feel so bad?

It’s like hormone-soaked high school; when I was in 11th grade, a classmate was killed in a car wreck. Big school, but you’d think every student was his very best friend. Girls who didn’t even know what he looked like cried in class, daily, for a week. Boys stood silently in groups, gobsmacked. The day of his funeral, the school was nearly paralyzed with weeping.

Mourning the death of a famous person I can understand, from JFK to Princess Di. But Reno never even heard of Bri before that sicko bastard abducted her.

People don’t have enough emotional drama in their own lives? They have to steal it from the Denison family?

Her death is tragic, yes. And when the bastard is caught, I’ll gladly push the plunger that pumps poison into his arm. But I’m not wearing a Bri ribbon.

My sympathy to the Denison family, but no hysterics in an attempt to take over the spotlight.

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A vigil was held a few days after Bri was abducted, with prayers and so on, and reassurances that she'd come home, somehow. How much better the world would be if people took action that helped, instead of fooling themselves into believing prayer will solve a problem. They don't actually do anything, but feel better performing a useless act. Raises self-esteem, fixes nothing in the real world.

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A friend in Seattle found herself “Obamawhacked” the day that HRC and BO visited for a debate.

The turn-away crowd from an Obama speech descended on the Internet café where Mel was using the wi-fi, pinning her in her chair for an hour while they knoshed.

“Obamawhacked” … how can I get that into Wikipedia?

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