I'm exhausted and losing any ability to be "outraged" about the scandal du jour.
From Ann Barnhardt:
[...]And each day there is a new crime, and the frequency of the crimes themselves is the means by which they keep you distracted and wallowing in what I can only describe as a masturbatory impotence driven by a false fantasy of your own “outrage”. Your “outrage” is no more real than the pornographic fantasies people use to masturbate sexually. And every 36 hours – like clockwork – you are handed a new vector for your “outrage” fetish, and the previous one, no longer capable of sustaining the proverbial erection, is forgotten as quickly as it was introduced. Because THIS ONE, this new “outrage”, this is going to be THE ONE, this is going to be the “outrage orgasm” to end all outrage orgasms, and they’re all going to resign, and then it’s going to be “Morning in America” and it’s going to feel just like it did when we were kids forever.
Why don’t I write more? Why don’t I comment extensively on these daily crimes? Why don’t I record podcasts? Because I don’t want to be a Hefner or Guccione or Flynt of this “outrage porn”, feeding this false facade of “oh my gosh, we’re totally doing something” when in fact, you are growing ever more flaccid and ever more supine with each passing day, lost in the fantasy of your own potency.
I dunno. I just don’t know what more to do. I guess all I can do. Pray, and maybe spread a little Gospel. I dunno. Read her whole post HERE
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