The endless barrage of noise has worn me down to the quick. Everybody’s shouting. No one is listening.
I want to see what’s going on in music. Old people hate the latest sounds. Young people ignore what’s gone before. They shout at each other.
I want to peek in on the chat surrounding my favorite TV show. Everyone is theorizing. Everyone is angry. Everyone is ridiculing every thing.
I turn on the TV. Hate. It was woven into our national fabric at the outset. Now it’s our national pastime. The election of a man who embodies the worst of us has made it okay for those who ARE the worst of us to shout their hatred. The din is grating. And worst of us are screaming out their ignorance… the TV captures them and is buzzing. The static is overwhelming.
I go to a restaurant. The people at the next table are upset. Not with the service. Not with the quality. Someone, somewhere is speaking Spanish. This is what upsets them. The scree of their nonsense is deafening.
I am going to turn it off.
The shouting. The deafening scree.
(I would like) LOVE TO SURVIVE.
I’m certain that most of us did not expect to have a more ‘openly corrupt’ leader of the free world in our lifetime. I’m also certain no one expected our three-headed monster of a government to clutch itself in a death embrace and lay down to drown in the mud.
To quote Rod Stewart, “look how wrong you can be.”
GOODBYE, GOODBYE, GOODBYE.