Like everyone else, apparently, I’m quite fascinated by the saga of the “perfect mom”  who killed eight people on the Taconic Parkway while bombed out of her skull on Absolut and weed. From Day One the coverage reeked, while I kept wondering whether it would have been so gentle if the driver had been a Hispanic woman or a black guy. (Answer: Absolutely fucking not.) If not for the toxicology report, the husband would  probably even have been able to explain away the vodka jug found in the wreckage (frugality — it’s the new indulgence). So far, though, the desperate lawyers have not raised an obvious question: Was it something she ate at McDonald’s? And that is yet another awful angle to the story. Imagine having that crap as your last meal.