rotten bananas

And it’s sad that I don’t have to. A Toronto school principal threw feces at a child.

I don’t want to discuss the sad state of affairs that our world is in or how our children must be constantly supervised with all the wackos out there. I just want to peel my way to the center of this complicated onion of a woman, and I’m sure the fumes will bring tears (though it could be for fear or hilarity).

People do stupid stuff. It’s a fact of life. And, while what she did was gross, nobody got hurt. I doubt there will be any permanent mental anguish (aside from what’s necessary for the inevitable out-of-court settlement).

There’s really only one thing that I want to know, and I’m afraid I’ll lose sleep over it if I don’t get an answer. At what point do you tell yourself, “Well, this is it. I always knew that someday I could justify throwing my own excrement at a child. My day has finally come.”