The Delight Of Nothing Extraordinary

No one will deny that, for the past half decade, the news has been toxic. Literally toxic. Like eating moldy food toxic. Like huffing bleach toxic (former presidential opinions non-withstanding). Toxic. I might even say virulent, but that’s too soon.

Yes the world is not in good shape: wars, floods, famine, terror, brutality, sickness, and while it might be a good portion of the horsemen it certainly isn’t all of them. More specifically it isn’t the orange-faced horseman of rank, drooling, lunacy. Honestly if given my druthers, I’d hug the horseman of “Impending Nuclear Annihilation” than the former. At least you knew the Nuke-pony wouldn’t try and cop a feel.

But it’s not to say things haven’t gotten better. Vaccination? Check. A different administration? Check. The rabid right finally coming out of berserk mode and rethinking, with regret, some of their past atrocities? Semi-check. There will always be those who just need a deranged dictator in their lives, I mean Hitler and Stalin still have their fan boys, even today. But things are calming down, and the news, while still depressing, doesn’t make your brain-explode like a bad space movie where someone gets a hole in their helmet in outer space.

So yes. The dull slog of demoralizing is bad, but without the constantly-over-the-top barrage of brain-vomit, it’s almost tolerable. And that’s a significant improvement over the near-past.

Maybe, just maybe, people will unwind enough to remember what life was like without all the ultra-amplified hate-noise and vitriol. Maybe, even if we can’t all “just get along” we can at least talk about why like reasonable human beings and realize that wannabe hate-geysers like MTG have no place in decent society.

One can certainly hope.