We seem to by in a news cycle where there is a lot going on, yet none of it is important enough to write about. And so the bloggers, and the main stream media, begin to fill up the pages and the TV screen with something that can only be called “stuff”.
Does anyone really care about Tiger Woods personal problems? I don’t. And neither should you. All of the wasted file server space used up by people writing articles and opinions about who Tiger slept with or had an affair with; it’s a crying shame. Who cares? Let him live his life and handle his problems on his own, just like the rest of us.
Amanda Knox, did she, didn’t she. Who cares??? Her family, yes, and friends, of course, but the rest of us have no say in the matter and will never know the truth. I don’t care if the Italian court works like the American system. I don’t care if Italians are prejudicial in their court judgements against outsiders; because I don’t plan on going to Italy to kill anyone. Who the hell cares? It’s just another murder trial.
Obama took a while to decide what to do about Afghanistan. He did what any smart person should do – think long and hard about his options and then make a decision and stick to it. Done. Do we need to debate it to fill air time? I don’t think so.
And even I am guilty. I just wasted how much electricity, and file server space, to write this post about how there truly is nothing to write about that isn’t already being said, or thought. I’m glad I don’t own a cable news network. I’m glad I don’t have to fill 24 hours each and every day with noise, so that the advertisers have some place to show their products.
Here’s what I think is going on in the world that we should be thinking about: We all have friends, and/or family, who are hurting, and to some degree, suffering. Maybe it’s the kind of hurt caused by personal crisis: sickness, abusive relationships, or love that seems to be dying. Maybe it’s the kind of hurt that is financial: mothers and fathers who can’t feed their kids, or people wondering how they will avoid eviction or foreclosure.
We should be writing about, and watching TV that deals with, taking care of each other. Random acts of kindness are under-rated. Whether it’s holding the door for someone or helping a woman in the parking lot clean the snow off her car. Now we’re talking about stuff that matters. Lend an ear, lend a hand, lend a dollar. Listen to what people around you are saying. Some of them have a difficult time asking for help. But if you really listen, and watch, it’s not hard to figure out what someone needs. It might just be a hug, as corny as that sounds. What if a big, smothering, maternal or paternal hug is all someone needs today. What will that cost you. Or maybe it’s money, or food, or a ride, or a job. Just do it. And do it thanklessly. You shouldn’t do it for recognition, or glory, you should do it because you are human.
I’m not saying all of this simply because it is the holiday season. As far as I am concerned, even Christmas is not worthy of writing about. Unless someday (in my wildest dreams) Christmas is no longer about buying presents and instead is about helping each other. Unless Christmas is no longer about gifts for the sake of buying gifts, then Christmas is not worth wasting more space on a file server somewhere; and it’s not worth filling up the airwaves.
Why don’t we all take this opportunity to take advantage of this “inconsequential” news month. With the exception of families with loved ones overseas fighting in wars that we shouldn’t be fighting, everyone else should start to make a list, and check it twice. And on that list should be thank you’s, and donations, and meals you made for someone who can’t get out of the house, and packages for troops, and treats for your dog, and all of the things about which writing words on a page are worthy.