Sure, Caraway Gets Carried Away. And You Wanna Get Angry. But Then Comes the Pity.
After Caraway hung up the phone, they were saying stuff like, "He does sound like he has regret about the way he handled it" and "I don't think he would do it again if he had the choice" and "I think the reaction took him by surprise."
Oh, man. This is the whole problem! This is exactly the same problem I have with Caraway. Every time I think about Dwaine Caraway, I shake with rage. Rage! I can't stand this! Damn! I hate this! I am so utterly appalled and disgusted ...
... with myself.
|In '08, Caraway surveyed some damage done in his district by someone named "The Carsonist."|
I never did any of that stuff. Dwaine did it. Not me. So why am I mad at myself?
Because I keep feeling sorry for Dwaine. Just like those Ticket guys. It's awful how it creeps up on you.
I try, man. I try to do my duty as a journalist. I ball up my fists, and I make my face all red, and I sit down at the computer to make it happen. But then I start feeling sorry for him again.
I know. It's shameful. Especially being a journalist, I need to be in high, high dudgeon over everything Caraway. I didn't go to journalism school, but I'm sure if I had gone, they would have offered me a course in dudgeon. Dudgeon 101. It's an important part of how we sell newspapers and earn our salaries. I feel like I'm letting everyone down.
But ... you know. He just doesn't come across as a sneaky son of a bitch. In fact, Caraway needs to go back to politics school and take a course in Sneaky 101. He needs a lot of courses. Think what he would have to study in order to catch up with somebody like Dallas County Commissioner John Wiley Price. I could draw up a course list for that: Principles of Self-Seeking 200, Arrogance 301, Political Gangsters - A Simple How To.
I rode around in the car with Caraway when he was doing his pull-up-your-trousers campaign, and, even though people made fun of him for that, the guy was totally sincere, and, by the way, he had a good point. Do pull up your damn trousers!
He does care about his district, which is a hell of a lot more than I can say for Price.
I dread this whole thing about the real story behind Arthur and Archie. The rumors are terrible. He should tell the city to release the tape recording they made of him that night, because the truth couldn't possibly be as bad as the rumors.
But ... oh, now, there it goes again. The feeling sorry for him thing. Well, at least now that the Ticket guys gave him such a nice warm cuddle, I don't feel quite so bad.
Tell you what. Promise. Next time I see Dwaine, I am going to give him one hell of a frown. Straight-on. Big frown -- frowning to show my disapproval and my dudgeon. He'll just have to deal with it, like I guess I just have to deal with him.