In Which I Tell You, Very Politically Incorrectly, How to Solve All of Society’s Problems
I really, really, really wanted to write about something else this morning; I’ve spent so much time on the homicide rate in foul, fetid, fuming, foggy, filthy Philadelphia that I felt in a rut. Then the Memorial Day weekend happened, and I had two stories entitled Killadelphia in a row, as the blood flowed freely …