The Passing Parade: Cheap Shots from a Drive By Mind

"...difficile est saturam non scribere. Nam quis iniquae tam patiens urbis, tam ferreus, ut teneat se..." " is hard not to write Satire. For who is so tolerant of the unjust City, so steeled, that he can restrain himself... Juvenal, The Satires (1.30-32)

Saturday, August 14, 2004

CAR ALARMS: Maybe it's just me, but I wonder why anyone bothers with car alarms in the first place. There's been one going off outside my door for the past fifteen minutes and so far as I can tell no one is paying the least bit of attention to it. Certainly this burg's always on the ball constabulary is taking no note of the alarm; if this were an actual grand theft auto in progress the thieves would have this car stripped down to the axle and be halfway to New Jersey with their ill-gotten gains by the time our always on the ball constabulary arrived on the scene. And for those who are paying attention, such as myself, the alarm is not alarming; it's just too damn annoying for words. Maybe if the alarm went off and played Eine Kleine Nachtmusik or the Theme from The Pink Panther or maybe something by Sinatra someone would take note, but if the owner of this car thinks their crummy little alarm is going to protect their property from our happy little burg's more sociopathic citizens then they are in for quite a shock someday.


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