My New Year's Resolution: A Cultivated Apathy
By Bill Stieger.
My single New Year's resolution is to remain sane in the face of a society that's lost its marbles. Recent years have seen me in a froth, as I raged about injustice, greed, ignorance on the America scene.
But I now choose to let it all blow past me. I refuse to let the madness of American culture drive me into the madhouse. Sorry, you saints, but I plan to take it easy.
How can I admit that? Why am I not out in the world, getting involved? Am I being an insensitive, apathetic, irresponsible citizen?
To a degree, I am.
When the guy I helped to elect president shovels billions out to the very criminals who created 2008's financial collapse, in a society that no longer offers employment, or even credit, it's time to grab the dog's tail and face the situation. And here's what the dog's ass is saying: your suffering matters not a whit to the representatives of your government.
Healthcare reform? If it passes, you'll be forced to buy it with the money you don't have in the first place.
Democrats as representatives of working people? Don't make me laugh. Just like the republicans, the dems work for the lobbyists who buy their allegiance. What's the difference between a prostitute (the republican) and the lying prostitute (the democrat)? Not a helluva lot. Party of the people? My foot!
I just get tired of all of it. Injustice reigns and will continue to do so, no matter how I feel about it.
Should I lie awake nights, raging over the fact that every single item I purchased was made in China? What difference would my nocturnal deliberations make? We were sold down the Yangtze River years ago, when Bill Clinton signed the NAFTA Agreement. It's now time to get in shape, America: we are soon to become a nation of rickshaw pullers.
The environment? Nothing is really being done about it. The energy lobbyists and global warming deniers, have insured future environmental catastrophe for the planet.
Should I get my undies all up in a twist about America's talentless, idiot celebrities, and how undeserving they are of their millions? Should I use up head space raging over ding-a-ling troglodytes like Kim and Khloe Kardashian, Paris Hilton, Tila Tequila and her dead Johnson & Johnson heiress fiancÃ©, Casey Johnson? Brad and Angie? Vampire "heartthrob" Rob Pattinson? Not anymore. Have at "em, America. Fawn over them to your heart's content. I plan to sail down the checkout lane at my grocery store without giving these worthless turds a moment's consideration.
Am I planning to further fulminate over louts like Limbaugh? Drudges like Drudge? Should I get all up in a huff over hundreds of piss-poor writers on the Huffington Post? Perhaps I should cheer the nightly rages of Keith Obermann (I have), or give myself apoplexy over the truly insane Pat-"Haiti-Made-a-Deal-With-the-Devil"-Robertson and his brother-in-mental illness, Glenn Beck?
Nope. Not anymore.
Later this month, I'm going to volunteer for an agency that works with disabled people and the elderly. That'll be my service. The rest of it--all the insanity of today's America--I can do nothing about.
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