Listen, I know I should be blogging about the resignation of the Pope. Frankly, I don't know what to say. Dude got old.
Perhaps I should also write about the Dorner case, which currently has the folks in my old home town all a-fluster. Well, there's a lot to be said about that goatfuck. But frankly, I've got a project to do this evening, and I can't spare the time needed to do a proper job of working through all the ramifications of that drama. I don't know where Dorner is right now, but I suspect that, since his vehicle was found in the Angeles National Forest, much of him may already have gone through the innards of one of California's more ursine residents.
Nevertheless, since you were kind enough to visit this blog, I feel obligated to give you something
. So here's a picture of Malcolm MacDowell in droog regalia, then and now.
There now. What more could you possibly need?
Well, in my case, I could use a good sword cane, like the one wielded by Little Alex in the movie. This is a tough neighborhood, and the local louts and I have entered into a mutual hate agreement.
The trouble is, Maryland's rules on which personal weapons one can and cannot carry are infuriatingly vague. See here
; take special note of § 4-101 (b)(4). I have no desire to break the law, but around here, the law appears to be whatever an individual cop or judge decides. And that ain't fair!