Bobby Sent Me a Human Ear in the Mail
by idahospud44
Sat Nov 15, 2008 at 08:27:09 AM PST
The grand kids were all in the living room watching Scoopy Doo Laugh Olympics when a commercial came on asking for donations to Africa orphans, with sad music and graphic pictures of suffering. Grandma sprinted over to the television to turn the channel. "Why do they show this stuff on television?' she asked to nobody in particular. That's us folks. We can't be bothered with anything unpleasant,and our Big Brother media now controlled by only five major corporations "protects" us by focusing on a dazzling loop of distractions from O.J. trials to John Edwards affairs to the latest Simple Sarah Palin crap. We fall for it and we should all be ashamed. Especially me. I should know better.................
Bobby and I were starting guards on our high school basketball team and had known each other since kindergarten. So when I opened up a package from him that contained a bloody human ear I knew I had lost him forever. Yeah, he made it back from Vietnam but was a skeleton of himself. He was welcomed back to our small town with an article in the newspaper, and a series of keg parties. He looked the same to those who had only slightly known him but when I, one of his best long-time friends, looked at him I didn't see Bobby anymore. He had gotten addicted to opium while in southeast Asia and starting shooting heroin when he returned home. He died in the corner of a Christmas party at around 3 am. Nobody noticed that he had quit talking and didn't attend to him until he turned blue and the vomit that suffocated him began dripping from his mouth. My wonderful Bobby -a funny kind kid and a teenager who was reading his beloved comics just days before being shipped to hell was dead.
Oh, sorry, I am probably boring you and you may be ready to go to the next Sarah Palin article.
I guess I am an asshole for talking about war. After all, we are winning in Iraq and gas is too high, I don't have as much money to spend on Wal-Mart trinkets as usual and I maybe in the beginning stages of the heartbreak of psoriasis. The clothes I just took out of the dryer had some serious static cling, I have to make my son happy with a pair o $120 Nike basketball shoes and promised my neighbor to help decorate his house for his daughter's important and required sweet sixteen party coming up this weekend. I have real pressures and don't need anyone to remind me of unpleasant things, like how my tax dollars are still being used to blow off the legs of six year old Iraqi girls. Well, Fuck You, Fuck the War, Fuck Sarah Palin, Fuck the media but mostly Fuck Me. I should know better.
We are an entire society suffering from mass ADHD. What is important in a few news cycles dominates and then we move on to the next distraction. The cable news is always rushed, someone makes a good point on a serious subject and then we hear, "You have the last word, we only have 30 seconds in this segment." The news moves from the crying victims of a hurricane to a cute little feature on how a WWII vet saved Aunt Bee's pet ferret that was stuck in a tree. We watch the next feature on how a church group had a coat drive which somehow means that you we no longer have to worry about homeless people, because a couple of them just got coats. Issue solved!
much more, please read the rest (very worthwild):
http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2008/11/15/14522/489/761/661316