Imagine this: you’re twenty. You’re in college. Your family has money. And you’ve just gotten arrested for setting nine churches on fire. If I were to ask you how you could make yourself look like any more of an ass, what would you say?
“It was a joke”, would, I wager, be a good start. So say
three students held in arsons at churches—but don’t think they’re being too whimsical, because only the first five were funny. After that it got, apparently, “out of hand.”
Call me a fuddy-duddy. Call me an old square. I don’t understand your Carrot Top or your Space Ghost or your Pokemon—fine, my sense of humor is out-of-date. But church burning? Is that what kids do these days? Is this something I’d need a cellphone to understand? Do you sit around in your pre-distressed bluejeans and send each other little arson proposals? “LOL U WNT 2 BRN A CHRCH ROFL”?
Is this what the Interns are doing when they aren’t getting work done? Which is to say, almost constantly?
I’d better go check the batteries in the smoke detectors.
