The trouble with an information society, where blogs are considered the equal of real newspapers, and where "real-ity" television shows like "Mr." Trump's little fake circus are considered, well, reality, for God's sake, is that nothing is more im-portant than anything else.
J-Lo's new movie grosses $23 million, and the latest hit from France grosses $8 million, so, ipso facto, J-Lo's movie is better....
Well, that's the world we live in, and we Boomers, though we did a lot of damage, can't really be blamed for this particularly pathetic state of affairs.
Talk to the Gen-Xers, or whatever those yos who came after us are called.
I mean, we're in a world now where they can discount Darwin and 100 years of science because it doesn't feel right to some terrified Cro-Magnon who thinks quitting cocaine and finding his own Personal Savior is the equivalent of changing water into wine.
We're in a world where reporters from all over the world can prove we are torturing folks, just because they are Arabs, in eastern Europe. But because some Uncle Tommette with a Stanford pedigree and some expensive leather boots says we're not ... you guessed it, ipso facto, thinking we might be torturing cats who think way different than we do is considered treason.
Hey, if Condi "says."
We're in a culture where a multi-billion-dollar company remakes "King Kong," a third-rate movie the first time, and every national magazine, coincidentally owned by the same conglomerates that own the company that make the movie, says, "It's genius, baby," and we're all lining up to sit three hours and change to rave on.
Well, you all are. I know the ape loses, and that the relationship won't consummate, and I got better things to do with my time.
The Vietnamese, Thais, Japanese and the Koreans, especially the Koreans, are making movies that aren't remakes, aren't predictable, aren't full of product placements, aren't geared to make us cry and rage on cue, all at the same time.
More than 130 American soldiers have died in Iraq this month. More than 130 blatant lies have been told by the people running this country this month.
Our brave Congress and Senate are repassing the Patriot Act, a bill worthy of the Khrushchev Soviet Union, this month, but what do my fellow Americans grow out-raged about? What to call Christmas trees.
I wanted to write "-------" Xmas trees, but that's another thing that bugs good Americans - seeing words in print that they utter every day in private.
I don't care.
Wish me Happy Holidays. Wish me Merry Christmas. It's all about money anyway.
Let's make Lowe's put Christ back in Christmas while we bomb the snot out of another few thousand Muslims who just happened to be unfortunate enough to be born in Iraq.
Happy Kwanza, Merry Christmas, Happy Hanukkah and God Bless.
Just remember, folks who do their damnedest to not find out what the hell happened yesterday are doomed to make the same mistakes tomorrow and the next day.
After the fiasco that was Vietnam, I would have bet a case of good California red wine that Americans had learned their lesson. I was wrong.
Bob Cratchit may be the sympathetic one, fathering Tiny Tim and all. But all I can say is:
Bah Humbug!
Feel free to write to Dennis Wilken c/o rtjameson@nwlink.com
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