One of the fun aspects of dating an Irish Catholic Republican is that you get introduced to a whole set of belief system that might as well be imported from another solar system. Especially since coming from Bard, one of the most left leaning academic institutions, this was a major shock to me, even though I made a good decision to separate the person from the persona. So, back in 1999, I got introduced to Drudge Report and through that Ann Coulter, this decent looking conservative commentator who likes to stir things up a bit.
Anne's description of female Democratic party members is a classic:
"Corn-fed, no make-up, natural fiber, no-bra needing, sandal-wearing, hirsute, somewhat fragrant hippie chick pie wagons."
So, you can imagine that she doesn't particularly care for credibility or acceptability beyond her supposed posse. I don't have anything against opinionated personalities, I quite enjoy Arianna Huffington's Column, (even before her party switch), because of the tongue-in-cheek humor. But this woman amuses me in a bizarre way every time I read her inane articles. I just have to shake my head.
Anne's latest controversy was another classic. She uses an epithet to describe former senator John Edwards. Here's a woman who takes herself seriously.
I like trash. I have an addiction to read all forms of tabloid junk about who's giving birth to an alien baby to who used gastric bypass surgery to lose 1000 lbs, and now is a runway model. But as time passes by, I'm having information overload, and have been experiencing the jadedness of a tabloid journalist about the new world order.
Shilpa Shetty called a Paki on national British television? Yawn, she should come to BD and hear the colorful language that we throw at women everyday.
Another 200 down at Gaza or Basra or [name your town in Iraq] via car bombs? You should read about 500,000 pregnancies terminated each year in India thanks to sex selection technology of ultrasound. At least American and Japanese companies can produce more cars to replace the ones being blown up. This is contributing to world economy, really!
Walter Reed military hospital in poor condition? Step into 21st century baby, and walk into any hospital in Asia and Africa that treats more than 1,000 patients a month.
My nugget of wisdom? No body cares. We all live in our own cocoon, like the Matrix with our own version of ideologies, dreams and realities fed to us through a tube. And even after 24 hour news service, and political and professional commentaries, in the end, it just helps form the white noise which blocks out reality, and allow us to do our own thing. The mass opinion didn't save any civilization in the past 4,000 years, and we are deluded to think that now suddenly it will change.
So, the best thing to do? Shut down anything and anyone that wants to communicate with you or tries to give their opinion. Unplug, breathe in the stale industrial polluted air, close your eyes, and imagine that you're in bed with Elle McPherson or Hugh Jackman (whichever stokes your Oz fantasy) and that one of them is stirring a cotton bud in your ear and whispering in a seductive voice that...
...You are the only one that matters in this world. Everyone else is just part of the illusion. White Noise. Bubkas. Niente.
