In my office, got my tea. Let's blog.

Something I forgot to post last week - from Opinion Journal (via The Washington Times):

"Putting aside all judgments and conclusions, all umbrage, outrage and indignation, and all debates on who was most responsible for the Enron scandal — putting all those weighty and legitimate concerns aside — isn't it obvious that Ken Lay died of a broken heart? We forget that people do, or at least I forget, but they do. "His life was broken and would never be healed. Or if it was to be healed it would happen while he was imprisoned, for the rest of his life, with four walls to look at. All was wreckage around him. He died, of a massive coronary. But that can be another way of saying broken heart.

I'm not usually one to rejoice in the death of others, but does anyone really feel bad this fucker is no longer sharing our air? Are we supposed to consider his death a tragedy, feel sorry that he "died of a broken heart"? This man presided over the country's biggest corporate scandal to date; if there was "wreckage [all] around him", it was his greed and arrogance that did the wrecking. He ruined countless lives, and affected many more - the company's investors; Enron employees, who bought the line they were fed by the execs (many of whom were also investors, holding a large portion of their nest eggs in Enron stock); not to mention energy consumers who paid exorbitant prices due to Enron's market manipulations. The aftershocks of this are going to be felt (at the very least on a micro level) for years, perhaps even decades, to come.

So no, I won't be "putting aside" my outrage in order to shed any tears for Ken Lay. In fact, I hope he rots in hell.