Tuesday, April 23, 2019

my journalistic white flag

OK ... I've skimmed the news wires as usual this morning and honest-to-aunt-fannie, I surrender. My mind simply refuses to winkle out who hates whom, who has killed whom and why ... there are bombings and slaughter in every direction. Who's the good guys and who's the bad, I cannot keep up with. But more, I don't want to.

I don't need some au-courant touchstone to wrap up the case for all this. In the 1950s/60/s, the Kingston Trio hit the nail on the generic head (for my taste) with ... I surrender ... everyone is part of the pig pile:

1 comment:

  1. So, you seem to be convinced that at one time you had a handle on it all. At one time you were ready, willing, and able.

    Perhaps your job required you to create such an illusion. But I can imagine one having access to news wires one just juggling the assertions made day after day but really having little deep understanding and being busy provided little time to dwell on that fact.

    Anyway, I never felt that way. I used to think I didn’t have the capacity. Now I’m not sure anyone does. Rather, it seems more likely that some among us want the rest of us to believe that THEY are on top of things.