I was sorely reminded today why I hate reading the news and generally being aware of the goings-on beyone the sphere of my day-to-day life.
During the war this winter, I had been checking the news regularly to see what was happening, because it seemed like a relevant, important thing to stay on top of. The results of it could have a direct affect on me and the people I love.
That whole fiasco having dwindled, I don't read the news much anymore, and haven't much in past years. So today on a whim, I look at the news and there's an article about some guy in the south who tossed a kitten in a barbeque while ten or twelve other people stood around and watched in amusement. Some woman heard the little creature and burned herself pulling it out of the coals. It was alive, but it was fucked. It couldn't eat, because its throat and face was torched. So the humane society killed it.
Hearing something like that fills me with such a depth of rage and disgust... and there's nothing I can do. My mood is ruined, I'm haunted for the rest of the day, and I feel helpless and angry and frustrated.
Hmm... well, I had been thinking I'd try to write something more personal in my journal since most of what I've submitted has been relatively frivolous, but perhaps I should have done so on a less scathing note. Then again, pulling punches doesn't tend to be a very effective way of communicating.
Oh well. Otherwise, it's been a hell of a nice day.
During the war this winter, I had been checking the news regularly to see what was happening, because it seemed like a relevant, important thing to stay on top of. The results of it could have a direct affect on me and the people I love.
That whole fiasco having dwindled, I don't read the news much anymore, and haven't much in past years. So today on a whim, I look at the news and there's an article about some guy in the south who tossed a kitten in a barbeque while ten or twelve other people stood around and watched in amusement. Some woman heard the little creature and burned herself pulling it out of the coals. It was alive, but it was fucked. It couldn't eat, because its throat and face was torched. So the humane society killed it.
Hearing something like that fills me with such a depth of rage and disgust... and there's nothing I can do. My mood is ruined, I'm haunted for the rest of the day, and I feel helpless and angry and frustrated.
Hmm... well, I had been thinking I'd try to write something more personal in my journal since most of what I've submitted has been relatively frivolous, but perhaps I should have done so on a less scathing note. Then again, pulling punches doesn't tend to be a very effective way of communicating.
Oh well. Otherwise, it's been a hell of a nice day.
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Well. Hadn't figured this would be my first thought of the morning. But hey, why not?
Cheers.