D.A. Nifong Remains Steadfast, Determined
In Search For Weapons Of Mass Lacrosse
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DURHAM, NC-
        Another election, another shoot-first-ask-questions-later case of dissolving evidence and redoubling resolve. Another path of destruction raising tensions between races and cultures.  An entire sport as tainted as a religion.  Values replacing law.  Panic over patience.
        Sure, the Dook lacrosse team and Saddam Hussein's regime may well be a bunch of dicks the lot of them, and it's easy to imagine that they each deserved rash consequences.  After all, there's nothing we hate more than people with way more money than us behaving badly.  Surely they had it coming.  But at what cost?  And with how much self-defeat?
        As far as I know, I've never read any Shakespeare but, from what I've heard, if the Dook lacrosse case were one of his plays, it would be one of those ones where everyone in the story ends up dead, or in this case ruined, because of his or her one tragic, or in this case jackassed, character flaw.  A flaw that, taken on its own, wouldn't even be that bad, but in the context of the intricate interactions between each character's seedy motivations, boom... dead.  Every one of them.
        Popular opinion says that the Dookies will just buy their way out of trouble.  I agree.  But not because of their high-powered lawyers. These kids have alibis because they leave a trail of money far denser than the average college student:  split from the party, call a cab, cab ride to the ATM, cab ride to a restaurant, cab ride back to the dorm.  My alibi would be that I biked home and made Cup O Noodles.  Then I fell asleep with my shoes on.
        The only thing that might save me would be phone records.  Late night after a party there would be a good chance of me leaving a nine minute phone message for whatever chick or chicks I currently perceived as being somewhat tolerant of me, if only in a sports mascot sort of way.  Most likely my message would chronicle my journey home.  For example it might detail finding a full container of Yoplait yogurt in the street, then continue on to outline plans to "whip it at the Chancellor's house".  The Lucky Winner's voicemail would then be treated to a comprehensive, self-narrated play-by-play of this endeavor.
        In the end, the jury would have no choice but to reluctantly release me back into society after the local CSI team released findings that active yogurt cultures consistent with Yoplait had been lifted from shingles of one of the Chancellor's neighbors' outbuildings.  But not before my reputation had been sullied by all of the major news outlets expounding upon my proclivity for propelling misplaced dairy items at the homes of respected authority figures.
        Also helping my case would be expert testimony corroborating my voicemail assertions that "these friggin' Cup O Noodles are soo good."

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Historical Perspective-
        It is said that those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it.  I would like to remind readers that this is not the first time that our nation has suffered through a scandal centered on collegiate lacrosse suspects.  One incident from my undergraduate tenure at Penn State comes to mind...
 

Theft:  Brother's Pizza, 129 S. Fraser St., reported a delivery car and two pizzas were stolen from in front of Calder Commons apartments. The people stole the pizzas inside the vehicle and left it one block away, State College police said.

Police said an apartment security camera showed that the driver of the vehicle was a white man wearing a Penn State Lacrosse jacket. The camera also showed a pedestrian who tried to stop the theft, police said.

I forget how that ended, but I think they did end up nabbing a couple guys from the lacrosse team.  Then, two short weeks later, the campus community was rocked by a second scandal.  It is unknown what, if any role lacrosse players and/or Islamic extremism may have played in this incident...
 

Theft:  State College police said someone entered a house at 500 E. Beaver Ave. Saturday night and took two bottles of wine, two boxes of Triscuits and an undetermined amount of bread from a refrigerator.

The suspect then consumed the food and beverages on the porch, leaving a mess behind, police said.

Ultimately, these were "teaching moments"-- opportunities for dialog, and for a deeper, stronger understanding of our neighbors.  Two months later, the healing had begun.  Old wounds were beginning to shed the scabs of fear.  Fed by the calcium of Trust, the bones of community were beginning to knit, to become stronger than ever before.  But these two food-related incidents could do nothing to prepare the town, the gown, or the nation as a whole, for what would happen next...
 

Animal Complaints:  A dog was reported at large Monday night at 236 S. Atherton St., the State College Police Department said.

While being transported to its owner, the dog ate the reporting police officer's pizza, police said.

They Rally Round Your Family
With a Pocket Full of Shells...
        In other news, the town of Chapel Hill has canceled Apple Chill, their annual arts and crafts fair, due to repeated gang violence.  No kidding.  Last year there were a couple stabbings and this year there were a couple shootings.  It is unclear how gang members from up and down the Eastern seaboard came to associate their annual field day of pimped-out vehicles and live-ammo exercises with Chapel Hill's thoroughly lame stroller-fest showcasing hand-crafted bird houses, hand-strung-together windchimes, and the like.  Since I did not attend Apple Chill, I am not sure exactly which gangs were represented.  Judging by my own experiences growing up, I assume that most of the violence was between The Greasers and The Soc's.
        As much as I felt a responsibility to provide you the readers with a sweet photo montage juxtaposing lame-ass upper-middle class moms browsing through a maze of cheesy, over-priced trinkets against footage of gangsters looking hard and (as reported by the local papers), flashing gang signs even while being loaded into an ambulance with multiple gunshot wounds, I knew that if I went up there I would be either bored to death or shot.  And then you would know nothing of the pizza-scarfing dog.  Because right now I would be either dead or resting comfortably and in good spirits.  And, in either case, continuing to refuse to cooperate with police.  Soc's don't squeal.
 

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Photo:  The Apple Chill Festival will no longer be held
due to an increasingly violent gang presence
 

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