How dumb do you have to be to carry a loaded firearm into a night club without knowing how to handle the damn thing and shooting yourself in the thigh?
Yet while New York Giants star Plaxico Burress faces our Draconian anti-gun laws and the prospect of a mandatory prison term for packing, you can’t help wondering how the city would be reacting if he were white. I suspect half the vox-pop interviewees would be suggesting that he must have felt it was a dangerous place and needed to protect himself.
We will be cursed with bad behavior from professional athletes as long as we make them part of our overpaid glitterati along with film stars and bankers—oops, I mean film stars. No accident that the Burress farce is playing out just as O.J. gets ready for sentencing later in the day—another meathead driven mad by the adulation of the masses.
Then again, if Burress had wanted to fire off weapons in a night club, he should have been a cop. Then they’d be asking why he only got off one shot.
No one came off looking too swift in this sorry episode, including the fancy Manhattan hospital that didn’t inform the police as required by law and had to can an intake clerk. It also exposes the stupidity of the state’s fascination with mandatory prison terms like the disastrous Rockefeller-era drug laws. In any case, thanks to the anti-crime demagoguery of our recent past, the Big Apple isn’t likely to be heading to the Super Bowl this year.
[Update]: The Giants lost Sunday, a fitting denouement and a reminder that brawn is nothing without a little brain.
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