The current climate of tiptoeing around issues, whether you are pro- or -anti-Trump, has prevented me from posting anything that even smacks of outrage or agreement, whether on Facebook, Reddit or Twitter. One gets blasted from both sides because God forbid you be a traitor and actually think he has gotten something right. And if you agree, the hungry hordes to the left will decimate you.
I’m tired of Facebook, bored to tears of endless photos of puppies, kittens, memes about strong women, fake medical, health and other news. Nothing seems real anymore.
I felt disappointed in myself for expressing outrage against the Catholic schoolboys in the latest debacle; I should have known better than to trust the media until the fuller story emerged. And when it did, it was still bad. I didn’t feel exonerated, however, in my hasty judgment. I just feel sick at heart for somewhere, somehow, we’ve lost the plot.
When I was about 19 years old, my father was dragged to court by a woman who claimed he had made advances towards her, and when she spurned him, he had her fired. The story ran in the newspapers, a huge Sunday sensation. The truth was that he had been ill at the time when she made these claims, and also, she had a terrible history of sleeping with her patients, which was highly unethical for a clinical psychologist. The other truth was that all the staff who mentored her had reported her behavior, so it was not retaliation, it was her own improprieties that cost her her licence.
This affected my family and even close, longtime friends of my parents believed it. My dad’s name was dragged through the mud.
From this experience I realized the bitter truth: You cannot trust the media. Sensation sells. They WANT outrage and a readerships that never questions but hungrily devours their garbage.
This occurred nearly forty years ago. I have been sucked into the swirling maelstrom of the constant news feed; every nuance and utterance scrutinized and analyzed by people whose opinion matter to those who think they have power over us.
Let us break free of these chains that bind us, learn to breathe before we plunge to the depths of daily garbage and read a good book instead, for at least then we know it really is fiction we are ingesting.