Scott Bush

I volunteered at Food Lifeline this morning, where we were labeling bags of citrus cake frosting mix. There we all stood, in a big warehouse lined up along the metal tables, handling dozens and dozens of bags full of fine white powder. I couldn’t help but think of a scene from that 1987’s RoboCop where Clarence Boddicker meets with the leader of the drug cartel. I half expected Robo to burst in and start shooting. Only thing missing was none of us had guns (except my huge biceps, of course). Random RoboCop quote: “Dead or alive,  you’re coming with me!” Ah, RoboCop. Why did your sequels go so horribly, horribly wrong?