(I mean, I still read news for about half an hour every morning. Mostly, so I can update my tiny current events feature on FB.)
The New York Times and CNN had a vested interest in Hunter Biden’s father’s victory in the upcoming American Presidential election.
So did I, of course: I wanted Joe Biden to win.
And it didn’t bother me that Hunter Biden was a crackhead and his father, a corrupt politician who was doubtless receiving massive bribes from the Ukrainian and Chinese governments.
After all, Trump was a corrupt politician, too.
At least Biden believes in climate change, right?
But I would be goddamned if I was going to let The New York Times and CNN herd me along with the rest of the aging liberal sheep.
If you’re gonna be Pravda, then at least own it. Stop curating the information I have access to. And stop pretending the information you allow me to have access to is objective.
Anyway, giving up “news” is one of the better decisions I made this year.
I’m so much merrier!
I look at people still stuck in that particular La Brea tar pit with great compassion.
Of course, other things are happening, too; more important things that one might argue have a better claim to your attention.
The increasing privatization of water around the world (which essentially amounts to asset stripping). The continued ocean dumping of extremely radioactive cooling water from the Fukushima nuclear plant, leveled in an earthquake four years ago. How U.S. government aid supports torture regimes in Afghanistan, Egypt, Pakistan, Nigeria, Jordan and Iraq. The plutocratic deep state interests that pull your favorite politician’s strings.
These things are seldom showcased in headlines, and I’m not arguing they should be.
You cannot do a damn thing about them.
You are just—in the immortal words of Kerry Livgren who certainly had the best hair in the otherwise entirely regrettable band Kansas—dust in the wind.
You are just a floating mite. A speck of pollen. A grain of sand. A tiny polyp in a coral reef.
Your sphere of influence scarcely extends beyond whatever small electromagnetic charges you manage to accrue over the course of a lifetime.
Trust me, honey. You’re never gonna go viral.
I exercised at the crack of dawn yesterday. And gardened in the late afternoon.
This was a good innovation! I didn’t feel like crawling straight into bed after I returned from exercising.
I set out in a different direction that I usually do and came across this tiny lake that I had never seen before. So that was cool:
Yesterday was my last official TaxBwana day and I had several clients with challenging tax situations, so that was fun.
In the evening, I finished The Hustler. And got a hankering to track down the ancient Twilight Zone episode that more-or-less summarizes every point Walter Tevis struggled to make but does so in 22 minutes: