One writer I read occasionally suggests that bloggers like me are performing in a theater.
In his analysis, we create a story arc over numerous postings that provides an online persona - which may or may not reflect our real selves.
Holy Cow! Ya think?
We are in the middle of an EFFIN TRAIN WRECK here in the good ol U S of A.
But, NOBODY NOTICES THE WRECK AROUND THEM.
I've been putting on a whole bunch of costumes and yelling about the wreck as loud as I can since 2007.
BUT NOBODY'S LISTENING.
Here's the train wreck in Greece, now!: http://mondediplo.com/2011/12/03greece
Crap, wish I was lucky enough to be in a theater with a few folks paying attention.
First costume, put on a political volunteer, Hillary surrogate costume and yell like crazy.
Nobody notices the train wreck.
Then, dress in O'Henry grunge clothes and use bad grammar - same message, same result.
Result: Zip. More wreckage.
Dress up like John Adams with breeches and leggings and pull out the patriotic music.
Result: Nada. More wreck.
Don professor's garb of tweeds and identify specific systemic problems and proffer specific solutions.
Result: Zilch. Bigger wreck.
Haul my cousin's Kingly crown and scepter out of the closet and demand that things change.
Result: Nothing. Continuing wreckage.
The only people paying attention to the wreck are the Occupy people.
But, the wreck is gonna get us all. Soon.
A whole lotta people know about all this wreck, but nobody with any power is changing a damn thing.
I'll keep on yelling, Barry.
Sure hope somebody's out there.