Poetic Justice in Action
For the record, I would not have taken this action.
But and I’m just speaking hypothetically here, since I’m not even a District resident were I to sit on a jury charged with evaluating the guilt of those who did vandalize a Hummer last week, I’d really have no choice but to vote “not guilty.”
Because what happened in no way approached the level of a “crime.” Was it wrong? Sure, fair enough. But a crime? I don’t think so.
As far as I’m concerned, you buy a Hummer (particularly an H2), and you are explicitly making a statement to the world that you’re an asshole, and proud of it. (Well, you’re also making a statement that you’re a negligibly-endowed weasel living in deathly fear of your own latent homosexuality, but that’s another story.) Frankly, I’m surprised that anyone is rallying to this piece-of-shit’s defense.
Yeah, that’s right the so-called “victim” in this case is a worthless sack of shit. Now, does that automatically mean that we, as a society, should condone the vandalism that resulted? On the whole, no, probably not. But that said, I can’t find myself working up a shred of sympathy for this scumbag.
You start saying, “fuck you,” to the world at large, you can hardly be surprised when someone says, “fuck you, too.”