Come on folks, ease up! It's always so disheartening to see everyone piling on the latest Schmuck of the Month, making his or her -- usually his -- miserable wreck of a life even worse. The media does this better than anyone, and today's award goes to the once-esteemed but now down-in-the-gutter-with-the-rest-of-them Wall Street Journal, the editors of which decided that the best they could do for their readers, many of whom pay handsomely for home delivery, was to plaster a bleak photo of Harvey Weinstein across the top of the front page -- head down, arm gripped by a cop, looking ashamed, humiliated and downright suicidal after being booked on criminal charges for rape in a Manhattan courtroom. (Funny there was no such treatment of Bill Clinton after he was accused of rape.)Don't get me wrong, I am no fan of rape, or of Harvey Weinstein. I just think the national penchant for kicking a man while he's down -- his wife left him, his business went bankrupt, he hasn't a friend left in all of Hollywood -- is clearly unnecessary. Once again I am reminded of Shirley Jackson's brilliant short story The Lottery, which helps so much in explaining human nature. If you haven't read it, do so immediately. Apparently Harvey got the winning ticket this year, and now everyone's busy choosing a stone to throw at him. I think it's sad, and if I knew him, as horrid as he may be, I would make him some chicken noodle soup.
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