When I was in my '20s, I co-produced a small 8 mm film, entirely acted in mime with a rock 'n roll sound track, titled "The Monster That Threatened the Earth and Got Killed in the End," the title being a fair synopsis of the plot.
One of the scenes featured a Meeting of World Scientists to deal with the monstrous threat, which here was depicted as being held in an outhouse with a plentiful supply of cold beer.
Ever since, meetings of world officials of any sort have brought a smile to my face. I should be positively delirious with laughter by the time world figures descend on Pittsburgh in September. As announced this afternoon on the PG Web site, the visitors won't be scientists but actual heads of state here to attend the G20 summit on Sept. 24 and Sept. 25. This is a very bid deal and a huge feather in the cap 'n at for Pittsburgh.
All I can think of is what a huge pain in the butt it will be for the rest of us. How will I get to work amid the security? (Sept. 24 is a Thursday and Sept. 25 is a Friday). Where will I park with the world's media descended on the place? How will a man be able to get a sandwich at Primanti's with world leaders thronging the joint? What about the ratbags in the street protesting this, that and the other thing? The average person won't be able to enter an outhouse without finding it full of chin-stroking beer drinkers.
Perhaps I can take a furlough then.
If I were making a film today, I would set it in Pittsburgh in September and call it "The Meeting to Save the World Economy That Threatened the Burgh and Was a Monstrous Pain in the End."
I know, I know, this is entirely the wrong civic attitude.
Note to the merry band of Reg-ulators who posts comments: Way to go, Mermaid, in your reply to Little Minx. The whole point of my posting about John Roberts was to attack the myth that only liberal judges are activists. What to call right-wing judges who make law? Activist judges, plain and simple.