Friday, October 15, 2010

... Seems to be the Hardest Word

Have we lost our minds, again? And yes, I realize I can ask this question not only more than once a week, but more than once a day-and at no point does the answer ever get cheerier. With my apologies to Rod Serling, submitted for your approval-but sit down first, then click here. WTFO?

What kind of person does something like this? Take a look in the mirror, and recall a reaction you may have had to someone cutting you off in traffic, stepping in front of you in a checkout line or at the DMV, or any of a hundred thousand or so social interactions that have incendiary potential in this remarkable 21st Century where vanity and insanity have aligned to so often eliminate and eradicate humanity.

When did we become these hateful and hurtful people? I had to watch the video clip twice to fully appreciate that this isn't somebody's idea of an elaborate put-on. I keep hoping there's a follow-up story from the Human Genome Project detailing how these folks have DNA with no common traits shared with the rest of us, because I don't have any other way of explaining both their behavior or their existence. And between you and me, I'm thinking the opposable thumbs are actually rentals.

Whether you believe in a Divinity or in visitors from other galaxies, your thought is basically the same: please don't be watching us right now! "These time are so uncertain, there's a yearning undefined. And people filled with rage. We all need a little tenderness but how can love be blind in such a Graceless Age?"

With all the modern marvels at our disposal, the tools of instantaneous worldwide communication between and among us, and this pair do what to who because of why? But we can't give up on one another because a couple of chuckleheads are bringing down our class average. Does this mean today, and every other day, is the time to start being a positive difference in the lives of those with whom we share the planet at the risk of being voted off? Absolutely, because these are better days. They have to be and ne ingrediens bastardnis.
-bill kenny

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