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The frothing conservative ass to whom I am subjected daily by the woman in the next cube has actually said something sensible. I may die of the shock.
He wants to know why the hell we're having frigging Congressional hearings about, of all possible things, steroid use in major league baseball. His attitude, with which I am forced to agree, is basically, "Eh, let 'em kill themselves." Now, I'll grant this is not great for those who love baseball and are good at it but aren't willing to take the drugs, but for heaven's sake it's not something Congress needs to worry about.
The obvious solution, by the way, is the creation of another tier of sports--call it the Enhanced Leagues. Play in the Enhanced Leagues, you can take whatever you want, but you can never, never play in the regular leagues again.
Anyway, the world has returned to normalcy with the radio jerk discoursing about how those cripples should have known better than to be born defective so why should Honest Upstanding Taxpayers have to pay for their (the cripples', that is) health care, so I can relax.