What does one write about when there is absolutely nothing to write about on a Thursday morning in Arkansas?
There’s always the golden standards to draw inspiration from like; war, murder, rape, robbery, adultery, crime in general, celebrity antics and addictions, boobs, cats, food, political intrigue, political bias, political hypocrisy, political gains and a whole myasma of other mind numbing, trance inducing, interesting, irrelevant, verbose, irritating, excrutiatingly, redundant crap….
Its sad to think that human misery is pretty much the most creative muse mankind has where art and expression is concerned…
Yeah, a sunrise can be quite breath-taking and flowers are glorious to behold….blah, blah, blah; but atrocity and chaos is much more……what’s a good word…
Look at what I’m doing right now…
I couldn’t think of anything to write about this morning, then thought about writing about what everyone else seems to be writing about….
….as noted above.
From those of you that visit my blog on a regular basis you have probably noticed that the majority of my posts can be quite inane at times. (I hate you Rene’; for teaching me that word)
But…this has probably happened to some of you;
You can’t think of a damn thing to write about on subjects that you probably started your blog for in the first place,like cat videos, recipes, art or poetry….Syracuse, New York (Mark!)
So, you write about what you see on the news; other peoples blogs spur creativity, Facebook posts, Tweets and so forth.
And most of the time its that negative input that creates the idea.
Who wants to write about Kitty Kitty when a white cop shoots a black person or other irrelevant minority?
It shouldn’t matter who a cop shoots; White guy, black guy, green guy, yellow guy, polka dotted guy….
It shouldn’t matter who a religious fanatic murders. Baptist, Catholic, Muslim, Hindi, Holy Roller…..
It doesn’t matter who a raper rapes…babies, women, old people, other rapers….
It doesn’t matter what country attacks another country….
Does it really matter? I mean, really….
Who cares? Me….you….anybody….?
Does it really matter in the scheme of things when a “reverand” gives 900 followers some funny tasting Kool-aid and tells them “We’re all gonna go see Jesus” and the sheep say “Amen” and drink to his health.
What matters is that the rest of us….no one in particular mind you, I’m just…well, you know what I’m saying; the rest of us ALLOW IT.
Good men do nothing (and women)
See? I can be politically correct and gender sensitive.
We feed the frenzy by propagating it with attention that is misdirected, improper, immature, irresponsible and catastrophic.
We fan the flames of interest by staying morbidly interested.
We, bunch of sick bastards.
Everyone likes to see a car wreck…..don’t lie.
Everyone likes to watch a house burn…don’t lie
Everyone likes to watch a terrorist cut a mans head off on YouTube…..don’t lie.
“I can’t watch!” “OMG! why are they always wearing hoods and why wear orange jump suits in the desert?”
Don’t get me wrong….okay, maybe one littl lie.
There are thousands and thousands of good,responsible writers, socially atuned bloggers and heart felt activists on our planet with us, at this very moment, that try and keep the enemies outside the gates.
I shudder to think what it’s gonna be like when we all give up fighting the inevitable….
I shudder to think what it’s gonna be like when we really just don’t give a shit anymore….as long as it doesn’t affect me and mine.
Get this straight, people….
It ALL matters, baby.
We are all cells of the same virus that is destroying this world.
We’re gonna eat ourselves out of house and home.
We’re killing the host.
It doesn’t matter how hard we try to save the patient.
It won’t matter how much we cry to the sky and ask or beg God to save us from our iniquities.
God doesn’t listen to us anymore…why should he?
I’d be pissed, if someone killed my son when he was only trying to help in the first place….
You know what?
I’m making myself mad and disgusted the more I think about what I’m writing and the truth of it all.
The sad thing is that I am a normally an upbeat and happy person; hence the usual “inane” blog material (Damn yer hide, Rene’!)
I’m proving my point about the point of this post.
I had nothing, particularly stimulating or riveting as usual, in mind to write about this morning.
So, I looked at the news, surfed my Facebook account and ended up with a bad mood and bitching material.
Ok, lets pretend that I’m not a Christian or a Mormon….
Let’s pretend that I am only a realist.
Okay, okay…you can be a realist, too.
We are never promised another sunrise.
We are never promised that winter will end and that the flowers will return.
Nothing is certain…..N-O-T-H-I-N-G.
Make the best of what you have, they say.
Eat, drink and be merry….because…well, you know.
We can’t all be Scottish and be jolly; just 1/64th Cherokee or Dutch Irish it seems…(scottishmumus!)
I’m getting side tracked
Good thing I can’t live that way; hopeless I mean.
Good thing I don’t believe that way; Godless I mean….
Good thing I woke up this morning and the sky was blue, just a few clouds, and I sneezed and had boogers because the flowers are blooming and kicking out tons of allergy aggravating pollen, damn their eyes.
Oh, that’s right….We’re all gonna die because the bee’s are disappearing.
Dang…I forgot about the disappearing bee’s…
Ignore everything I wrote above, I’m just a young’un that don’t know nuthin'(English Prof!)
We’re all gonna die because the scientist and learn-ed people say we are.
Asteroid, global warming, religious fanaticism, mutually assured destruction, disappearing bee’s….cholesterol.
One thing life is really good at is extinction.
“C’est la vie”….or is it more like “C’est la mort”
Why does life have to be so hard?
Why can’t we just have bubbles and butterflies and free banana splits!?
Oh, yeah…here’s something else;
Our 400 million years as a species on this planet, amongst billions of other planets, is overdue, I believe….
We’re doing pretty good beating the curve.
(Ominous background music)
I’m so glad we’re in the center of the universe and nothing else matters….and that we’re all there is….
Ignorance is truly blissful and Denial is a nice this time of year, they say.
Nature is nature and God is God….
….man is man (and woman)
We don’t have a chance in hell of getting out of this life, alive….
I’m glad I wrote this tirade.
Maybe the next scientists on this planet will dig up our bones and cities, millions of years from now ,and wonder why OUR brains were so small and wonder if we knew how to make words, stone tools and why some of our throwing weapons were made out of pig skin or a material called NERF…..
We can always hope.
….unless we stop.