When you reach a certain age you begin to realize what the real meaning of futility is. You’ve seen a bit more happen along the way than your own children, who think that since it was on television or Youtube that they have a sense of technological omniscience that enables them far beyond all previous possibilities enjoyed before the advent of same. When that belief is challenged by unexpected experiences that expose that possibility it is very destabilizing to that mindset. The constant tug of war between the gospel and verse from the currency of dogma now well-instilled in most by public education conflicting with the manner that human nature daily plays itself out. The faux shadow of universal consensual morality inculcated by constant indoctrination ever inviting the term ‘we’. “We” condemn!” “We must do something!” “We, we ,we.” The political industrial process of disseminating ‘correct’ information en masse that once was referred to a “Journalism” has been demoted to an instigator employed mainly in whipping up vigilante sentiment under the guise of ‘reasonable’ public discourse. William Randolph Heart’s famous retort to his ace photojournalist reporter, Jimmy Hare’s who was being sent to pre Spanish American War Cuba to cover the then non-existent conflict being, “Don’t worry, by the time you arrive there, I’ll create one!”
You have to really take in several decades of official hogwash before you realize your not swallowing Evian. At that point in your existence you realize that you probably don’t know what you’re talking about beyond a basic knowledge of where your car might be parked. Of course when the skirt of the majors in broadcasting is unexpectedly pulled up and their are no apparent signs of panties, the goggle eyed anchors snatch all manner of conveniently useful excuses why their pronouncements didn’t pass muster. If your pretty cynical by this point, the most annoying voice in the chorus turns out to be your own. After all, without proper credentials from the AMA or the National Education Association how can one be sure that what is coming out of their mouth during any given harangue is not simply borrowed from same? No it seems always best to hang out in the ignominy of a quietly posed common sense that is offered only when asked for. Which after accumulating more decades then fingers on you right hand generally is never. It is hardly ironic that actor Charlton Heston who played the savior of God’s people, Moses an a 1950’s widescreen epic ended up being most currently recalled for having his soon to be “cold dead fingers’ wrapped around an ancient musket. Or that the villainous Pharoanic persona of his costar, Yul Brenner ended up as a precursive postmortem role model for “Dancing With the Stars”. The world abounds in endless contradictions after a point in time that only the ritual of occasionally holding one’s tongue for a moment of subsequent further study can truly reconcile.