Fate is Inexorable

Where now the horse and the rider? Where is the horn that was blowing?
Where is the helm and the hauberk, and the bright hair flowing?
Where is the spring and the harvest and the tall corn growing?
They have passed like rain on the mountain, like a wind in the meadow;
The days have gone down in the West behind the hills into shadow.

–Rohirrim Poem

Grim tidings from within the realm of Pittsburgh. Our mayor is dead; stricken with brain cancer after only eight months in office (the last two of which he spent in the hospital.) The Steeltards are winless in the pre-season. Fratboy Roethlisberger has been felled by appendicitis.

A blight lay upon the land. Truly, this is what those olden monks must have felt like when they wrote the Anglo-Saxon Chronicle, and every year they scribbled comments in the margins like, “803AD. This is the year in which king Ethelwald of Cumbria was slain in battle with the Heathen. There was much pestilence and sickness of cattle. The Heathen host came on 40 ships and ravaged the coast, leaving none living. Almighty God has sent these trials to punish the slothful English people for their wickedness.”

Though granted, I am actually quite pleased by the Steeltards’ woes. And the latest Roethlisberger ailment is amusing…seriously, that boy might just be the wussiest, sickliest QB in NFL history. What a little pussy!

But the death of Mayor O’Connor is thought-provoking. I did not vote for the guy. I thought he had been on City Council too long, and what this town needs is NEW people, NEW ideas, NEW ways of approaching problems, not someone entrenched for decades in the Old Yinzers Network. But once in office, he seemed like he would have been a good Mayor. He had boundless enthusiasm, and came across as just a really decent guy. I certainly wouldn’t have wished this on him in a million years, and I’m saddened by his death.

But on the other hand….

Sad as it is to say, a freakish event like this is probably the ONLY way in a zillion years that PGH would ever get a young Mayor. Gawds know the geezers that make up 90% of our population would never vote one in. And now we’ve got one…the replacement Mayor is 27 years old! Personally, I think that’s great. Old guys with experience have crammed this city down the toilet with their outdated thinking. A young guy can’t possibly do any worse than they have, and maybe….just maybe…he’ll bring some fresh ideas to the table. I’m actually looking forward to seeing what happens. PGH is in desperate need of a youth infusion in any form, and who knows, the death of Bob could turn out to be a positive turning point. It will be interesting to watch, at any rate.

Meanwhile, here’s hoping FratBoy Douche gets a massive infection in his appendectomy scar and is dead by week’s end. They say they go in threes…

One Response to “Fate is Inexorable”

  1. hapnor Says:

    A dark shadow has been flooded throughout the land of the Steeltard. Now, to show my bloated intellectual ego prowess, an excerpt from the Chronicles:

    A.D. 473 . This year Hengest and Esc fought with the Welsh, and
    took immense Booty. And the Welsh fled from the English like
    fire.

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