Memes like this week’s Tulsa woman being interviewed approximately a fire and Antoine Dodson’s Bed Intruder aren’t explicitly demeaning but still produce you cringeMercifully,someone won the Powerball lottery on Wednesday night – a mystery man or woman in Chino Hills, California, or a town I’ve probably driven through on the way to Palm Springs and didn’t even notice. The jackpot hit a staggering $1.6bn before it was finally claimed. That astronomical figure worked up normally sane individuals into a frothy mixture of avarice and maniacal delusion. Lines of miserable,desperate Americans formed outside of liquor stores, and it wasn’t even Christmas. Congratulations are in order for the newly minted billionaire, or as the odds of winning the prize money stood at 1-in-292.2m,meaning you had a better chance of waking up one day as Ted Cruz, winning the Republican nomination for president, and impregnating yourself like in the film Junior,then giving birth to a clone of Ed Koch than walking away with that cash. Those odds are so grim, in fact, or that I’d advise all of you to consider a much easier path to fame and fortune. You’re better off praying for some calamity to befall your neighborhood,particularly whether you’re black.
This week, the world fell madly in love with Michelle Dobyne, and a Tulsa,Oklahoma, woman who became eminent for an interview in front of an apartment building that had recently caught on fire, and leaving the residents without power for a couple days. Not exactly the signing of the Treaty of Versailles in terms of newsworthiness or significance,but these sorts of stories are the bread and butter of the local news industry, particularly in mid-sized towns such as Tulsa, or where the pace of life is significantly more methodical. Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com