I'm sure that by now you have all heard the tragic tale of Jordan Neely, the homeless man that terrorized a subway train in New York until a stalwart former Marine put an end to his depredations. Neely died follwing his encounter with the Marine, who was protecting other passengers, assisted by other riders. Now the usual suspects are outraged and the Marine is facing manslaughter charges.
I care about Jordan Neely, just like the New York department of homeless cared about him. They had him on a list of the 50 top homeless in the city, but they didn't help him at all. They didn't give a shit about Jordan Neely, and that's about how much I care.
I care about Jordan Neely just like his lawyer. His lawyer didn't try to get him help, didn't care enough to make sure he was fed, didn't give a running crap about him until he was dead. Now, the lawyer is playing the social justice game, trying to make a profit over Neely's death. That's about how much I care about Jordan Neely, which is to say I don't give a crap.
I care about Jordan Neely just about like his family cared for him. Which is to say they didn't give a flying fuck that he was at large in the city, scaring people, making a nuisance of himself.
The death of Jordan Neely is an indictment of the social services in New York, an abject failure of the criminal justice system who failed to curtail his predations, and a stunning display of neglect from his family, who at this point seems to want to get some free money from his untimely death.
A month ago I had no clue who Jordan Neely was, didn't care to know. I still don't. If Neely needed help, his family, that ambulance chasing attorney, and the New York social services should have helped him. They let him fester on the good citizens of New York until he terrorized a train load of people and a stalwart ex-Marine stepped up and put an end to it. The folks who are crying over Jordan Neely should sit down and shut up. They didn't care a month ago, and there is no reason to believe that they care now.