This has been a humbling day. First, one George Wilson wrote a classic comment on the oafs in Congress. (See, Comments, Below.)
Second, our oldest kid, Laura Vecsey wrote a masterpiece about her personal attachment to sports, going from high-school point guard to reading about the humiliation of her college alma mater. Let me testify that Laura was very good at delivering the basketball -- and let me add that Mr. Beckford was absolutely correct when he urged Laura and teammates to get the ball to her future college star teammate, Debbie Beckford,
Here is Laura's essay:
By GV, with comment by George Wilson:
Remember when this was funny?
I mean, when John Mulaney cavorted in Radio City Music Hall, proclaiming, “There’s a horse in the hospital.”
Now, the question is where is John Mulaney? Because the horse has transformed into a prehistoric monster, frothing at the mouth, proclaiming anti-Semitic code words that we all know never went away.
I bring this up because on Wednesday there was a horse loose in a cargo plane heading from JFK to Liege, Belgium, and it got loose from its stall, or first-class cabin: I never did get all the details.
(Why was the horse going to Liege? Dunno. Doesn’t matter.)
My point is, the predicament of a horse stomping around a jet transport captivated the web world, momentarily diverting our attention from the horrible spectacle of half this endangered country rooting for the emboldened beast stomping outside the hospital, with a freaking rooting section.
Where are our priorities?
Where are mine?
For that matter, where is John Mulaney? He used to be so funny on his Saturday Night Live visits, when I used to watch.
Nothing’s funny anymore.