And we’re talking about political demise here as well.
* * *This week many of us have done our level best to ignore how the Dow/S&P, the Nikkei, the Hang Seng, the DAX, the London Exchange, etc. are all plunging and anemically regaining value in paroxysms of wild panic. Meanwhile the news on job losses and industry contractions is making many people seek oblivion in whatever form they can come by it, whether that’s a liquid, a capsule, a pulsating LCD display, or whatever.
I don’t know about you, but I’ve been something of a train wreck these last few weeks.
So I fear that I have to resort to mordant humor and patent absurdity that may get me in trouble. Please forgive this lunacy.
* * *I tend to take drunk driving and alcohol abuse pretty seriously. This position made me very popular among the carousers in my cohort of
collegiate alcoholic conformists. Well, if you grow up around
a bunch of annoying gin-and-tonic-addled adults, the
sXe lifestyle starts to look a tad appealing. One only tends to get drunk to emulate Mom and Dad if one doesn’t hate their
pickled guts too much.
You know, it’s a little like non-smokers who grow up associating foul ashtray smells with the rank stench of Mommy’s sweater or Daddy’s sportcoat.
* * *Proud Papa-to-be Pagnucco over at MPW generously provides the text of
Ike Leggett’s letter in support of stricter DUI/DWI enforcement measures using a clever ignition interlock device that only activates if the operator exhales a “clean” enough breath.
Are such devices hard to foil? Can you get a (presumably sober) child to exhale into the thing, for instance? Yes, it’s true, drunks
will attempt stunts like this. Let’s just hope they don’t try it in the Old Wine(-o) State.
* * *We just have to make sure that these gadgets are simple enough that tipsy Maryland politicians like state Dels.
Barve and
Taylor can use them effectively.
Hmm, I think I feel a tickle of farce coming on.
Let’s start with the “Harold & Kumar Go to White Castle” premise but replace the Jersey bit with some Old Line State flavor.
“Herman & Kumar Go to the House of Crabs” is more like it, the House of Crabs in question being the stale echo chamber occupied by Maryland Delegates.
Or what about the sequel: “Harold & Kumar Escape from Guantanamo Bay”? Man, that’s so ’07/’08. The Gitmo goons are closing up shop and Barve and Taylor probably won’t get profiled as enemy combatants unless (a) they go on a drunk driving spree in Carroll County and/or (b) Bobby “Persecution Complex” Ehrlich gets voted back into the Governor’s Mansion and jumpstarts another
spying & profiling program directed at his mortal enemies.
Nope, we need to adjust the tone for a new era of dope, er, hope.
“Herman & Kumar Escape from Annapolis Soirée.” Yep, that’s much better, plus it sort of rhymes with “Bay.” “Chesapeake Bay” would be another obvious possibility, although then we have to explain how these two pols ended up in that
pfiesteria-infested pond to begin with. Crumbling infrastructure anyone? A few certifiably shoddy bridges would be like money in the bank for Maryland Democrats. We’re talking
Federal Stimulus paydirt here, kids. But that’s a topic for another long-winded post.
But, ahem. Back to our DUI duo.
We’ve got the promise of a narrative here. Picture this for starters:
Herman & Kumar stagger out of a stultifyingly boring engagement full of hobnobbing Maryland muckety-mucks. The open-bar drinks and phony praises are pouring forth freely. Then they stumble into the leather-upholstered bucket seats of their respective luxury vehicles, now outfitted with this clever breathalyzer “interlock” ignition device.
After spending too many hours in the dense, soporific fog of Maryland Democratic politics, Herman & Kumar breathe hearty sighs of relief into their ignition interlock mouthpieces. The dense vapors of their winey breaths immediately trigger the fuel cell contacts to close; their keys fail to budge. After screaming invective at their vehicles that would make
Mike Subin blush, they each whip out their BlackBerrys and implore their long-suffering wives to come pick them up.
Hey, this could be the setup for a brilliantly staged candid-camera press conference on the new device.
If such a press conference were to occur, we’d hope that Herman & Kumar wouldn’t louse things up by doing something embarrassing like inserting their car keys in the wrong car holes or something.
Paging Parris “thwarted-by-the-child-proof-safety-lock” Glendening, anyone?