There’s only so much you can care about. I’ve reached my limit.
I’m suffering from a serious “care” overload. I can’t possibly care about everything – whether
that’s what the media, the Democrats, the Republicans, Trump, St. Jude’s Hospital,
the ASPCA, poor Jews in Israel, immigrant-rights activists, and innumerable others want me to care about.
It’s all one big blur anymore.
Everything related to Trump is too much. And we're all supposed to care. Every time the man
does anything you can be certain somebody will be outraged.
He puts out an Executive Order about immigration. The media,
Democrats and immigration-rights groups go nuts. He amends the order in
response to make it more acceptable and less draconian. The media, Democrats and immigration-rights
groups go nuts. Again.
I swear, Trump could issue an Executive Order establishing a
national kitten and puppy day and somebody, somewhere would be outraged.
I can hear it now: Chuck Schumer or Nancy Pelosi saying something
like “if only he cared as much about poor undocumented immigrants and their
families as he does about kittens and puppies …” PETA would be in the streets
protesting his “support” of kitten and puppy mills. Ezekiel Emmanuel would be
on CNN talking about how this is unfair to children with life-threatening pet-dander
allergies, especially since they will no longer get treatment after Trump
repeals the Affordable Care Act. There
would be people upset that he was favoring kittens and puppies over endangered species.
Black Lives Matter folks would be pissed that … well … they
are always pissed. As, it seems, everyone else is these day. Everybody is
looking for something to be outraged over.
It just never ends.
No detail of what Trump does goes unreported. The perfect example is the news that Trump recently
had an overcooked $54 steak with ketchup. I’m serious – that made the
news.
Now, certainly he has his faults. Those are too numerous to even
begin listing. But for Christ’s sake, if
he likes burnt steak with ketchup, who cares?
I don’t.
Here’s a list of other things I find equally important to caring about Trump’s steak:
“If silver only reaches its recent all-time high …”
Mike Lindell’s latest My Pillow offer …
“Rosland Capital ships my gold fast … “
“For only $19 a month …”
“Get this love-to-the-rescue blanket that shows you care …”
Get the picture? Enough
is enough.
The worst, by far is the political circus.
The other day I watched Lethal Weapon 3 and Lethal Weapon 4 back to back – on regular cable, with commercial
interruptions – rather than the never-ending saga of claims, counter claims,
counter-counter claims, and counter-counter-counter claims of who is accusing
whom of doing whatever in Washington. That should tell you something.
It’s gotten to where I can’t even
stand to watch any news but local news, which, given where I now live, is
really pathetic. Half the reporters in the field look and act like kids still
in high school wearing borrowed clothes; the other half are like cast-offs from
bottom-tier media markets who retired to Florida and still do the odd report to
stay in the biz.
The local news itself is mostly a non-stop litany of who got murdered by whom in Orlando – typically somewhere in
the Pine Hills area; where the latest brush fires are; and traffic
accidents on I4 causing backups for miles. Oh, and the local weather forecasts,
which, this being Central Florida, are pretty much the same every day and about
as accurate as a Magic Eight Ball.
However, it’s a refreshing change
from the national news.
It’s not that I’ve turned my back
on “important news” altogether – I still get The Wall Street Journal at home to learn what’s really happening in
the world.
It’s just that so much of what the
national broadcast media – NBC, CBS, ABC and Fox – consider “important news”
isn’t really that important. At least not at this time. And I have
lost patience with all of the networks for substituting opinion and bickering for
real news I could use.
Too often these days I feel like
I’m caught in the middle of a perpetual pissing match between nitwits on both
sides of the aisle who resort to invective and talking over each other instead
of bringing something meaningful to a debate. It’s like being in a household
with parents who bicker over every little thing. I’d rather not participate, even as a
viewer.
Do I care what Chuck Schumer has
to say? Nope. Do I care what Trump says? Nope.
Do I care what Rand Paul says? Nope. John McCain? Nope. Do I care what
Nancy Pelosi says? Nope. Do I care what
the Republican or Democrat strategist or spokespuppet du jour has to say?
Nope. Do I care who won at the Academy
Awards, the Grammys, the Screen Actors’ Guild Awards, the People’s Choice
Awards, the Golden Globes, the Emmys and whatever other awards shows there are –
and what the emcees and recipients said? Nope.
The old line about “sound and
fury signifying nothing” comes to mind.
If something meaningful comes up,
some news that’s actually important, I’m sure The Wall Street Journal will report it. I can wait until the next issue to find
out.
Until then, I’ll watch something else; something
that doesn’t demand I care.
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