Was listening to NPR on the way in this morning and heard a story about some sort of violence somewhere in the world. Don’t remember the details. Obviously riveting.
What I do remember, though, is one particular line from the story:
“…including one person who was wounded when he was hit in the eye with a bullet.”
Worst sentence ever.
The poor dude wasn’t “hit in the eye with a bullet.” He was fucking shot in the eye. It’s not like some other guy picked up a bullet and brandished it as a weapon in and of itself. No. Dude A put said bullet in his clip and busted a cap in Dude B’s eye. He was shot.
Fuck. This post used to be twice as long, filled mostly with complaints about pseudo-intellectuals using long, horribly constructed sentences to make obvious points while trying to make themselves sound smarter than they are. Then it devolved into a giant bitchfest about Portland and hipsters and all those people back in high school who used to make me feel tiny because I believed their self-righteous hype for a decade before I finally figured out they were/are/always will be shit-fuck dumb and/or crazy.
Instead, I decided to harness all that rage and focus it Scanners-style on the sadist who thought leading into the Rockets/Lakers game with a Def Leppard/Tim McGraw song wouldn’t make me want to hit myself in the eye with a bullet.