Yesterday when the news broke, I was the one telling my co-workers about it, reading the news sites, checking every breaking news bit.
I do care. I pray (agnostic as I am) for the wounded and the survivors. I wonder where this will lead. Last night during our gaming session, during which not a single word was said about the events of the day, I even pulled out my iPad to check on the news.
But goddamnitsomuch, I am sick to death of the public traumamongering. The weeping and gnashing of teeth, the public rending of clothing to show how horrific it all is. You know what? Life is fucking horrifying if you think about it. The Universe isn’t fair. Bad shit happens every moment of every day and good people get horribly horribly shat upon by life. People aren’t angels, we’re terrifying beasts of fear, anger, ignorance and cruelty.
For CNN, Fox, et al, I get it. it’s their bread and butter. They make money off tragedy. It sells.
But then my wake-to-radio comes on this morning, and while I’m laying there in a state of fluid consciousness, my mind trying to adapt to this strange thing called ‘awake’, the two hosts of the morning show are doing their clothes-rending trauma bit, and it pissed me off royally before I was even completely conscious.
“I don’t know how I can even do the traffic reports this morning”
“all we can do is endure”
OH FUCK YOU. GO HOME.
Call in sick if you’re so distraught that you can’t read traffic and weather reports. NO ONE is being helped by this kind of crap while they’re preparing for or driving to work. (And I actually wondered how many seriously depressed people were driven over the edge by it first thing in the morning.)
I’ll be home tonight, checking the news again as I have all day. My clothes will be unrent, my sack-cloth unpurchased, my ashes unburned.