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Big news of yesterday: Marion Barry was censured.
Big news of today: Marion Barry was censured yesterday.
Big news of tomorrow: Marion Barry was censured earlier this week.
And not only censured. The D.C. Council also voted to strip him of his committee chairmanship and refer the findings of the Bennett Report to a criminal prosecutor. Can you say “consequences”?
In Webster’s New World College Dictionary (Fourth Edition), under the “consequence” entry, there is a definition not just for that word, but for the phrase “take the consequences.” It means “to accept the results of one’s actions.”
Barry wasn’t so much into taking the consequences. He had this (and more) to say at the John A. Wilson Building yesterday afternoon: “How can I be accused of breaking something that doesn’t exist?” And: “You punished Marion Barry on the words of one person.” And: “The people of Ward 8 are going to get more out of me than ever before.” And: “I’m still gonna work. I’m the jobs czar in this town.”
Last night, when he delivered his State of the Ward address at Matthews Memorial Baptist Church (pastors first prayed for him and anointed him with oil), Barry added some more: “I’m not gonna let anyone or anything turn me around.” And: “They may take my committee chair, but they can’t take my dignity.”
I won’t fill up any more space here by repeating anything else, that shall be Loose Lips’ job (hope you’ve been following his live-tweeting). The Morning Roundup must move on.
To Gay Marriage Day! Right here in the District! City Paper will of course have full coverage of the goings-on down at D.C. Superior Court, where we expect to run into the ever-thoughtful Fred “God Hates Fags” Phelps. By the way, here are the Sexist’s Gay Marriage Day guidelines and a little gay marriage limerick, for good measure.
One more thing, because there’s always one more thing: The Smithsonian announced yesterday that it has NO GODDAMN INTEREST ARE YOU KIDDING ME? in accepting as a donation the suit O.J. Simpson wore on the day he was acquitted—the so-called “acquittal suit.” Earlier in the week, it was reported that a Great Compromise had been reached in a dispute over that suit. Who knew there were people who actually cared about it?
Lawyers for O.J., who is presently in jail in case you had forgotten, though I can’t see how you would’ve because it’s so nice to think about him rotting there (though maybe he isn’t rotting?), and Fred Goldman, whose son Ronald was murdered in 1994 along with O.J.’s ex-wife, Nicole, had both laid claim to the suit. But they decided to finally put aside their differences in the name of, you know, something greater than themselves—namely, the American people. Somehow, they thought it would be normal for this suit to appear in a glass case in the same institution that displays the original Star-Spangled Banner and a piece of Route 66.
Note: not normal.
Happy hump day. Go get married!
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