So much news to mention, so little interest. Because…. we don’t really give a shit. 50,000 people could die today in an earthquake in Chile or a flood in China and we’d go “Wow, lot of people” and forget it.
So let’s talk about the REAL news. I finally have a buyer for the house I left behind in Washington. Now, that’s what matters. Even though I’m taking about a 35% hit between my investment in it and the selling price, I’m glad to be rid of it. It was costing me $380 a month to keep it. Hell, I could be driving a new leased Beamer for that.
Henry Thoreau, one of our great American philosophers that most people today don’t know from Adam, once said that reading newspapers was a waste of time because the news was always the same, and he was right, of course. We keep right on doing the same things over and over. Our politicians have always been a bunch of snake oil salesmen, getting elected on the basis of their lying speeches, and we keep on voting on the promises in their lies.
We honor and exalt, rape and kill, and are always finding new ways to do it. We do wonderful acts of kindness and awful deeds of mayhem, and never stop to take a breath, and forget all about yesterday’s news in the press of living our own lives.
The real news isn’t what’s going on outside ourselves, out in the world. It’s what’s happening with us, right now. Nothing is more important to me than my life and what’s happening in it, and you feel the same way about yours. That’s why I think you should be interested in what’s going on with me, and why I’m really not all that interested in what’s happening with you.
When we express genuine caring about someone outside our own little circle, now, that’s news. Because it’s rare. No wonder the Mother Teresa’s are venerated as saints. Plain truth is we should all be Mother Teresas, helping each other to be happy, it only makes sense. Instead, we trample all over each other and inflict misery without conscience in our quests for our own personal goals that we imagine will result in happiness.
Ranting and raving about all the assholes in the world is an outlet for our frustrations and nothing more. Harry Reid can kiss Obama’s picture and masturbate, Congressman Menendez can diddle 16 year old Dominican hookers, the Iranians can execute people enmasse for instigating riots, and I don’t really care. Just so long as they all stay the hell away from me. I blog for the mental exercise and it’s safer for me than shooting my neighbors.