Yes, I’m Asking… I’m Asking All Of You
Is anyone else tired of newscasters making themselves part of the story… Tired of entertainment news being considered news with celebrity gossip making headlines… Tired of seeing what some idiot bigot or zealot writes on a receipt in order to stiff a waiter? Does anyone else find social media postings about how stupid humans are more depressing than funny… Pictures of people using things so incorrectly, or posting things publicly so clueless, it’s mind-blowing… Is any one else ready to scream at the top of their lungs when in a room of people all looking at their smart phones… Avoiding any potential actual conversation and connection?
Videos like this one, where a tiger cub “plays” with a child are super cute, but does anyone else look at this and see a tiger cub desperately seeking an actual physical connection?
You’ve by now heard of this horrific thing teens in some cities around the country are doing, where they try to knock out unsuspecting innocent people… Grandparents, homeless people, women… And these thug-morons claim that it’s a game they play because they’re bored. All I see are cowards trying to reenact video games, where characters run around acting without consequences, hurting others, as if they are a pebble in a puddle with no ripple effect. (I’m not posting a link to this, because I find it so disgusting.)
I distinctly remember the public’s reaction to… “I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore!” from the movie “Network” when it came out in the 70s… And how revolutionary it all seemed… Where people in cities around the country would stick their heads out windows and scream, “I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it anymore!”
Well… Now with all the bullshit social media, it’s like that’s ALL we do now… We all just stick our heads out windows and scream. When Twitter first hit the scene, one of my younger brothers described the new site to me as being some sort of virtual city where hundreds of people just stand on soap boxes, screaming for attention. We have all become so self-important, myself included.
Some of you read the novel, Sympathy For The Devil, where the main character, Mitch, has enormous disdain for gossip columnist and tabloids… Well, his actions and attitude mirror my own… If a TV station makes the news about the reporters, I turn the channel. If a network airs a gossip show or hosts on a radio station start to gossip… I turn it off.
I haven’t yet figured what to do about people’s public stupidity, or the “dumbing-down” of America, however, I can control my own “idioticy” by severely limiting the amount of time I spend on my own “smart phone” in public places. Keeping my eyes and mind open for actual experiences… And for the safety of myself and others, vow not to use it while my truck is in motion. I can promise myself to take an extra second to spell check before I hit send, or look something up quickly, and if I chose to use a word like “idioticy,” at least be aware that it doesn’t exist but in the urban dictionary… I can take a breath instead of hitting my car’s horn if someone isn’t moving on my time-table… I can pick up a piece of trash on the ground that I didn’t put there… And if a company, shop or state does something I don’t agree with I can stop putting dollars in their pockets…
I can’t stop horrific crime all over the world, or even in my own city, but I can keep my eyes and ears open to what’s around me… I can be ready to pull people off the track if they need it, or possibly offer a hand when I see one could be used… And not take it personality when my help is not accepted or appreciated. (Last week I saw a guy angrily bitch out a woman, for not thanking him for holding the door for her… And watched her try to justify her lack of appreciation… They both ended up looking extremely petty and both walked away angry.) And if I don’t feel I’m not able to help or it isn’t safe, I can offer assistance by finding help.
I don’t have answers, and if you read the monologue from “Network” below many of the issues we deal with now, humans probably have always dealt with… And may always deal with. But let me ask you… Besides posting something to social media… What can or what do you do? What actions do or can you take? What promises will you make to yourself and others right now? What, besides opening a virtual window and screaming at the top of your lungs, can you do, or at least make an attempt to do, more and more often?
And yes, I’m asking… I’m asking all of you.
– Quiche Out
Howard Beale: I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It’s a depression. Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel’s worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there’s nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there’s no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV’s while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We know things are bad – worse than bad. They’re crazy. It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, ‘Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won’t say anything. Just leave us alone.’ Well, I’m not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don’t want you to protest. I don’t want you to riot – I don’t want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you’ve got to get mad. You’ve got to say, ‘I’m a HUMAN BEING, God damn it! My life has VALUE!’ So I want you to get up now. I want all of you to get up out of your chairs. I want you to get up right now and go to the window. Open it, and stick your head out, and yell, ‘I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!’ I want you to get up right now, sit up, go to your windows, open them and stick your head out and yell – ‘I’m as mad as hell and I’m not going to take this anymore!’ Things have got to change. But first, you’ve gotta get mad!… You’ve got to say, ‘I’m as mad as hell, and I’m not going to take this anymore!’ Then we’ll figure out what to do about the depression and the inflation and the oil crisis. But first get up out of your chairs, open the window, stick your head out, and yell, and say it: “I’M AS MAD AS HELL, AND I’M NOT GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYMORE!”