Bad Court Thingy Explains the Screwed Pooch Thingy
Simple Justice:
A few days ago, I took issue with some comments around the blawgosphere from Gen Y (”Y” for whiners). I’ve been accused of harping on the subject, as some don’t like to hear anything beyond how special they are, and perhaps the subject has been beaten to death around here. But a post at Bad Court Thingy, responding to my geriatric vitriol, was just so good that it warranted one more post.
Before getting to the beef, there’s one thing about Bad Court Thingy that demands note: The name. Where did this seemingly bizarre name for a blog come from, asks the silly old man. The explanation:
The Simpsons were a big and probably unhealthy influence to me growing up. There’s a good chance that explains what’s wrong with my generation. Lionel Hutz, the sleazy attorney was always one of my favorite secondary characters on the show. The title of my blog comes from an exchange between Hutz and Judge Synder, from the Marge In Chains episode.
Hutz: And so, ladies and gentleman of the jury I rest my case.
Judge: Hmmm. Mr. Hutz, do you know that you’re not wearing any pants?
Hutz: DAAAA!! I move for a bad court thingy.
Judge: You mean a mistrial?
Hutz: Right!! That’s why you’re the judge and I’m the law-talking guy.
Judge: You mean the lawyer?
Hutz: Right.
The Simpsons. Could it get any more Gen Y than that?
So BCT, painting me as Mr. Wilson (do they know who Mr. Wilson is?), so prune-like and cantankerous as to delight in “telling the neighborhood kids they can’t have their Frisbee back” while listening to my Victrola (did they ever play Stairway to Heaven on a turntable?), explains the world.
First up, we’re [the] product of feel-good, Boomer parents. We’ve been raised by children of the sixties and Sesame Street and Mr. Rogers Neighborhood…