You may think that I’m kidding about Flint hitting up Russia for a little help. I’m not sure that I am. It’s been three years now. Three years of unsafe drinking water in Flint. Michigan. USA. And as recent stories on Michigan Radio will tell you, there is no clear indication as to when the situation will be totally fixed.
So why not hand Mr. Putin another propaganda victory? There doesn’t seem to any shame or consequence to that anymore. In fact, in this post-thinking, it’s-all-about-feeling world, it pays dividends. If those Russian computer scamps can plant stories and hack their way into our election system, they can certainly transfer some funds to pay for pipe replacement. Who cares where the money comes from?
Up is down. Down is up. And — above all — the end justifies the means. So, please, go ahead and at least check into it, Mayor Weaver. As our new besty comrades used to say, “Morally ambiguous leaders of the world unite! You have nothing to lose but your souls!” (Okay. That’s not exactly accurate, but I don’t see how that matters.)