News cycles surf the constant ebb and flow of fickle public fascination. Last week, it was the tragic shootings in Wichita and at the Holocaust Museum. There was a lot of huffing and puffing about hate in the hinterlands, white extremist violence, yadda-yadda - a whole lot of folks who should know better seemed convinced yankee Hitlers were about to pop out of their pantries. Then the fever broke.
The week before, topics were Sonia Sotomayor and her alleged "racism" - whatever that arbitrarily defined term currently means. This silly meme was hammered hard by the shock-jock commissariat, that loose, loop-headed network of gas-bags self-assigned to spotlight whatever molehill masquerades as Mountain of the Moment. Frankly, Rush Limbaugh spouting in high dudgeon about his own race grievance is virulent hypocrisy as hazardous as any variety of bird-shit flu.
Then, the story faded.
Maybe, at some point, there'll be some action - and news - on issues we really care about, like healthcare reform. Or maybe some dealing with real American problems. I, for one, don't think the signal crisis of this country is "hate"; I think it's violence. Let's see the huffers and puffers tackle possible solutions to drive-by bloodbaths that so mark American neighborhoods - especially mine. It's complicated, as issues go, that's for certain. And something tells me answers to this very real, very tragic scourge won't be found in our bibles of political correctness. There are times - actually, most ot the time - when simplistic dogma pushing discredited agenda fails us... miserably.
Now an old familiar topic comes down the pike - the Mideast and its constant, never-ending travails. Iran re-elected as president the always zany Ahmedinejad... or it didn't... or the election was stolen... or it wasn't. There's some rioting, some news agencies have accused the Iranian regime of interrupting their transmissions, the opposition is under house arrest. And on and on...
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