Tara On A Trist? Who Cares?
Two climbers are either dead or freezing to death on Mount Hood, nearly three thousand troops have been killed in Iraq, President Bush wants to send more troops to the beleaguered Iraq, and we want to watch a sniveling Debutant. Who cares? Our middle class is collapsing around us, illegal immigration is threatening the future of our country, and we should give a fat lizard's butt about Tara Conner's crown? I don't think so. I would rather watch the paint dry on my house than watch our poor little Miss America grovel on national television before a bunch of vultures…oops, reporters.
Why not photograph our president picking his nose for fifteen minutes. That would be more news worthy than Miss America getting drunk and hugging Miss Teenage America. Again, who cares? Our news networks have become avenues for mediocrity. From now on I am only reading my local newspaper to catch up on who was picked up for drunk driving, who filed bankruptcy, who let their dog out without a collar, and who won the IU/Southern Illinois game (hey, that was a good game). I swear if I hear Nancy Grace say, "Good night my friends," I'll swallow a box of toothpicks. If I hear President Bush and his cronies say "We're going forward" one more time I will swallow an entire porcupine.
Okay, so maybe I won't swallow a porcupine, but I am growing so weary of news coverage lately. Isn't the war enough? Isn't the fact our president's popularity is lower than whale snot, enough? We get fifteen minutes of Miss America sniveling and fifteen seconds of sports. Is that fair? When I came home from work this evening, I watched the vice president squirming smugly (can you squirm smugly?) at interviewer's questions about being a witness at his old buddy Scooter Libby's upcoming trial. Now, that is real news. Anytime you can actually see the vice president's lips move, is real news. Seeing Dick do anything is news.
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