Last week, just me, or did it look like the Zombie Apocalypse was upon us. Paranoid, suspicious old man that I am, I still cannot buy in on these conspiracy theories making the rounds. To me, all of the hullabaloo is just easier to explain as 'crazy from the heat' although if you're reading this in Baffin Bay, that's perhaps a bit more of a stretch than you can make without hurting yourself.
Speaking of which-and this is a gruesome and grotesque story, but it's so compelling you can probably overcome the off putting elements easily, this headline jumped out yesterday at mid-morning. I was able to resist the temptation to stop work on my defining treatise, "We Are Everybody We've already Met and Some We Haven't" for nearly ten minutes before scurrying to the CNN site and reading the initial news report.
I'd have tuned to Fox News, which would have made my friend Dave smile, but their writers hadn't figured out a way to blame the story on President Obama. Yet. Glenn Beck gets in at three and will fix everything-he's already fixed the news. Besides their news crayon was worn down to a stub from the weekend. If it's of any consolation, I used the link from USA Today a national daily newspaper by and for people who hate to read newspapers.
Y'know how someone always says 'it takes all kinds to make a world?' Nobody is saying that about Luka/Eric/Vladimir or whatever he's calling himself. I cannot imagine the USPS is hoping for any form of a promotional tie-in to boost use of their facilities and I imagine the porn industry, with challenges to its existence through on-line sites doesn't appreciate having done for it what Ryder got from Tim McV.
Much like any aberration shared in the media and already part of the scenery, we'll spend inordinate hours attempting to explain the inexplicable in the belief, if not hope, that by thus naming the Strange we won't have to turn and face it. It's not until the next inevitable confrontation we'll concede the actual reason we fear these monsters is because we are these monsters. Koo-koo-ka-choo.
-bill kenny
Ramblings of a badly aged Baby Boomer who went from Rebel Without a Cause to Bozo Without a Clue in, seemingly, the same afternoon.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Re-Roasting a Christmas Chestnut
I tell this tale every year and will continue to do so even as they lock me away in the home. I've taken to calling it: Bill's Chri...
-
My memories aren't always what they once were and I'm sad that they are starting to fade or to get misplaced because I've loved ...
-
Without boring you with the details, because it's embarrassing actually, I am nearing the moment when I will get punched out in public, ...
-
Labor Day 2024. Robber Barons, Mega Banks and Wall Street: too much. Working Poor, Middle Class and Main Street: never enough. There once ...
No comments:
Post a Comment