Panic & Madness Ensue

Ours is a paranoid society. Just yesterday people were eager to rush to their homes not because it was Friday, but because of the announcement of snow. Snow that took FOREVER to come. Snow that didn’t last half as long as the weather reports blasting on every station.

Turns out that paranoia has become the norm, not the exception. It permeates every aspect of our lives, preventing us from enjoying life. There’s paranoia surrounding our foods: chocolate, drinking water, and coffee have all been the victims of bad press. So have our hobbies, thanks to internet predators, violent video games, and a ridiculous television rating system preceding most programs. I can’t cheat the system since right now technology’s tapping into my android device as I type this. I can be tracked through GPS, satellite, and hidden camera. I can’t even reprimand a bad, overly rambunctious child without being threatened with bodily injury, a harrassment lawsuit, or worse!

But back to the snow storm. I’m no conspiracy theorist, but when the top story on the 6 o’clock news is the snow storm that turns out to be a trickle, I question the rationale behind it. People should question the intentions since we have learned that sometimes these worries and fears turn out to be true. Remember the recent episode of Nova’s covering the discovery that our country was illegally wire-tapping the public’s conversations? Oh, you missed that episode? I guess it wasn’t important enough to warrant an announcement on the news. Good thing the major channels can promote less troublesome shows like Family Guy. One would hate to miss that. (By the way, there’s a lawsuit pending still about whether the government is going to press charges againstp those responsible for those wire-taps) Nevermind the invasion of privacy, all. You won’t hear about it as much as you’ll hear about Brad Pitt’s beard. So you get why paranoia is a business that sways your public rights, votes, views. You alone can stop the machine. Or, you can


About Mema

I've been at this blogging thing since 2005, but I don't consider myself a veteran AT ALL. My posts are mostly well-meaning, fun anecdotes with the occasional random thought and a dash of humor for good measure. So sit back, relax, and stay awhile. And if you decide to browse elsewhere, just're missing out on an opportunity to meet (arguably) THE GREATEST PERSON THAT EVER LIVED. Overstated? Well, why not stick around to find out? Your call, tough guy. Or, gal. Or, martian.
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