Good evening, Netizens…
My beloved spouse and myself have been discussing the case of the father and daughter who recently tripped their way onto the news headlines when the father shot her laptop full of holes with a pistol. When we first broached this topic of conversation between us, the hubbub surrounding this news story was new, and both father and daughter compounded matters by taking their spat to Facebook, not to mention most of the major news shows.
It made quite a story as the father shot her laptop full of holes on-camera. On a slow news day I am always on the alert for a story that either flabbergasts or otherwise leaves me speechless, and in this instance, I didn't need to go past the lead-in where Proud Daddy introduces members of the Online world to his .45 caliber pistol, just shortly before blasting half a dozen holes in his daughter's laptop. Suddenly it was a news item, albeit one that spoke of how fathers and daughters should never communicate with one another, regardless what the cause.
In this case, this all begins, as every good moment of warfare has a beginning, when the daughter posted something abusive about her father on her Facebook account, something which he felt was wrong. He apparently had tried various other cures for his mouthy daughter's commentaries on Facebook, and nothing seemed to be working. When he felt he had exhausted all possible avenues of communications, he thoughtfully removed the hard disk from her laptop and took the laptop (and a video camera to record its demise for the rest of posterity) out into their back yard whereupon he shot the laptop full of holes.
An awkward silence took over in lieu of their back-and-forth spats on Facebook once the news of the death of her laptop finally hit the news media.
Only today did the two of them meet on national television, and admitted they had patched up their differences. Just before we were about to interrupt this heart-warming moment with another advertisement for soap products, Dad handed his daughter back her hard disk which he had removed from her computer before shooting the computer to death on the Internet.
Perhaps Suzanne, one of my all-time favorite songs, written by Leonard Cohen, states it best when he writes:
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.