It never fails to amaze me how whenever I sit down to write a post for this blog, it often does not end up being what I had originally planned.
I was going to write a humorous, maybe satirical, post about how much reality TV I watch and how much of it there is available to watch, running the gamut from bachelorette/bachelor/looking for love-type shows to Dr. G Medical Examiner, Bridezilla, Project Runway, and American Idol. I was going to take a stab at why reality TV is so popular. I was going to joke about having my finger on the pulse of America.
Yet this week has been absolutely soul sucking as far as I’m concerned, starting, of course, with my own petty problems–this time involving traveling for my job–and culminating with the ultimate reality of unimaginable human suffering caused by the earthquake in Haiti. When I watch the newscasts, which can sometimes be as contrived as any episode of Jerry Springer, I can’t help but be reminded of the time when New Orleans became a third world country in the wake of another natural disaster, Katrina. I also wonder about whether San Francisco could one day be its own island and at what human cost? What would we do?
For right now, prayers, positive thoughts, and monetary-type donations are all the average one of us can do to help the immediate crisis in Haiti. For the future, what will we do to end the poverty and political strife there, if anything, or even here in the US for that matter?
So I had thought of a funny ending, which I probably shouldn’t use but I doubt that I will ever be able to work it in at any other time. It had something to do with the … wait a minute … the pulse of America … I’m losing it. Where’s the defibrillator?? Here it is, I’m firing up the pads. Stand back! Stand back! CLEAR…..
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