I’m surprised at how often this blog has entries about some random shooting. Maybe I shouldn’t be.
Won’t be surprised when I read when someone says the shooter wouldn’t hurt a fly.
America has an odd fascination with violence. Statistically speaking, it’s the most violent developed country in the world. There’s something in the grain of our existence where everyone thinks he’s Pacino or DeNiro, ready to die like a hero. Or a villain.
Don’t know why that is.
I love the film Fight Club not because of the violence but despite it; remember thinking that the Hollywood writers of it must never’ve taken a punch in their lives. It warps people’s views of what real violence is like just like it warps the view of what real love is about.
A friend recently said that capitalism sucks and I said that it was the best of a poor lot of choices – what is the alternative?
Also offered that it wasn’t capitalism that sucks but people.
Then again, perhaps there’re more Marian Fishers in the world than we know. One can only hope.
Saw another friend for dinner the other night at a Basque restaurant on the west side of town.
She’s at a crossroad with life. Suppose we’re all at similar points in our lives with regularity. But that’s her story and not mine.
Told her that I wished I could offer her some good advice. She said that it was ok, she just liked talking it through.
I get that.
In fact, I have a whole blog that’s nuthin but that.
Location: America – land of guns and fat people
Music: looks like the road to heaven But it feels like the road to hell