So far, I seem to be the only person in bloggerland who has taken a somewhat detached view of the Dorner case. This isn't an emotionally simple tale. On the one hand, I've heard too many stories about the LAPD to doubt most of the claims in Dorner's manifesto. On the other hand, I (of course) take the view that a protester who feels the need to inflict severe bodily injury should do harm only to himself -- as did, for example, the guy who set himself on fire in order to send a message to Robert McNamara during the Vietnam War era.
That said, the latest reports indicate that no body has been found
. I like that. I like the possibility that this whole thing may end on a D.B. Cooper note. (Of course, I'm the kind of guy who prefers to think that Brushy Bill Roberts was Billy the Kid.) How long has it been since we had a mystery of that caliber to chew on?
Realistically, chances are very good that a charred body will soon turn up in that cabin. If and when that happens, we'll have nothing to argue about, to speculate about, to theorize about -- except for, y'know, the politics