Justice Can Wait
All the things you try to hide
Will be revealed on the other side - The Squirrel Nut Zippers
So now Ken Lay is dead. (Or not.*) His heart "just gave out," as though it were too good for this world. ("There's only so much stress one can take," a sad Barbara Walters reportedly mused on The View.)
Most likely, it was a suicide. What's good enough for Goering, and all that. Or perhaps assisted suicide, to ease a reluctant liability into the afterlife. Lay may not have sung at trial, but there remains his under-examined role in Dick Cheney's still secretive Energy Task Force. (It was on Lay's recommendation that Bush appointed Cheney to the position.) Thinking of precedence, Lay's former business partner and almost stoolie, Cliff Baxter, comes to mind. (And that it's been so long that I've thought of him reminds me of how much death has been dealt since.) Regardless, CNN is saying "out of respect for the family" no further details will be announced, so I suppose there's nothing left to Enron now but closure, and nothing we're supposed to do now but move on.
The novelty, she piles up. This past week is what six months worth of hard news used to feel like to me. And not so long ago, though it seems like a lifetime. Swimming against the datastream, searching for something like a source, gets harder every day against the tug of a Great Attractor. And it's not the induced crises of North Korea, or Gaza, or Iran that's pulling us forward.
The supposed singularity of 2012 may still be unimaginable, but moreso every day, I can better imagine something like it.
* on edit: Reading the comments, I think now I may have been too hasty to accept the death notice. Certainly his body won't be laid out for us like Uday's, Qusay's and Zarqawi's, and however much money and how many high connections it takes to disappear, Lay had them. So perhaps, unless we see the nail marks in his hands and put our hands into his side, I should reserve judgement on this one.