Mrs Morrison's Hotel

The 100% personal official blog for Patricia Kennealy Morrison, author, Celtic priestess, retired rock critic, wife of Jim

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I was, wait, sorry, that's "David Copperfield". Anyway, I was born in Brooklyn, grew up on Long Island, went to school in upstate NY and came straight back to Manhattan to live. Never lived anywhere else. Never wanted to. Got a job as a rock journalist, in the course of which I met and married a rock star (yeah, yeah, conflict of interest, who cares). Became a priestess in a Celtic Pagan tradition, and (based on sheer longevity) one of the most senior Witches around. Began writing my Keltiad series. Wrote a memoir of my time with my beloved consort (Strange Days: My Life With and Without Jim Morrison). See Favorite Books below for a big announcement...The Rennie Stride Mysteries. "There is no trick or cunning, no art or recipe, by which you can have in your writing that which you do not possess in yourself." ---Walt Whitman (Also @ and

Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Natural Selection at Work

A local state senator has hopes of passing a bill prohibiting New Yorkers in large cities (which means NYC and Buffalo, apparently) from crossing the street or otherwise engaging with traffic while on cellphones, BlackBerries, iPods. Listening to music, talking on the phone or texting are all traffic hazards, he claims, and cites the death of two of his Brooklyn constituents as proof.

I doubt he’ll get the votes, mostly because politicians are too stupid to do two things at the same time anyway.

But I say if you’re stupid enough and oblivious enough not to notice the giant accordion bus (two-parters with hinges in the middle, if you haven’t seen any, twice as long as regular buses) bearing down on you, then you deserve to get puréed and taken out of the gene pool, hopefully before you’ve passed on your defective genes to offspring.

It’s all about personal responsibility, really it is. And Darwin will not be denied. Even by those who don’t believe him. Hey, especially them.


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