My newspaper, companion of my childhood, once upon a time an outlet for my words, always a source of bemusement, reports this morning:
"The Senate passed a controversial bill that would allow sheriffs less discretion in granting permits to carry concealed weapons."
I wonder if the meaning of the word "controversial" even cracked the consciousness of the writer and editor.
The shall-issue bill cleared the upper house 44-4, raising a certain objection to the sentence quoted above. To wit: "Holy pschitt you freeken moron, how the freek controversial can the damned thing be if it pleases pleases almost everyone in a fractured Senate -- Democrats, Republicans, drunks, sleepers, and the confused statist dudes who got elected last cycle only because their counties were pissed off at George W. Bush?"
(That was unforgivably vulgar, but it made me feel better.)
Actually, I doubt "controversial" was the product of any cognitive/analytical process at all. It was just a series of reflexive keystrokes hardwired into the brain of journalists who are required to mention firearms.