Oh, permit me not to care. Some over indulged prep school Ft. Lauderdale teenager, equipped with more testosterone than intelligence, broke open his penny bank, took over a grand, got himself a visa, and landed his acne faced ass in Iraq.
SO WHAT?! If Farris wanted to do some worth while reporting (instead of just three weeks off), he lives within spitting distance of the hell hole that is Miami. Miami is one of the most violent cities in America. Plenty of drugs, guns, and thugs to see there. Plenty of poverty in Miami too. The wannabe journalist could have found lots of triumph over tragedy to write about working at a soup kitchen.
Hell, in a year and half this brat could actually join the military and do something productive in Iraq, instead of just stepping foot in the country, finding a swank hotel, and then whining to the embassy to bail him out. What peeves me more than this dorkwad's stupidity (we expect teens to be self absorbed and occasionally very stupid), but the media's devotion to the story. This non-event probably received more attention than the combat death of any soldier.
Gosh, I sure hope Farris had enough money to get his "I went to Iraq and all I got was this lousy t-shirt and a whole lot of unwarranted press coverage" souvenir.
