I fight my instincts everyday to join in the outrage packs that rip people apart daily on the internet, this story explains why. I am not proud to say that I don’t always win that fight and I do admit there are times that the outrage is a force for good. Normally I feel some value to a story when it punches up at real targets, but normally it isn’t real targets. I it some poor schlub that said the wrong thing at the wrong place. I always think about all the wrong things I have said and count my blessings that I was loudest before the internet really caught on. In many ways our society is starting to take some of the most loathsome elements of the Puritan age, brush them off and pretend it has never been tried before.