Furrydoc and I had lunch together yesterday. We talked politics as we so often do.
And we found ourselves in the same state — a not-so-unusual state, these days. We wished news would simply go away. We’re both taking steps to avoid it. The world seems to have gone completely mad. Hate pretends to represent love. Rage replaces thought. Ignorance supplants knowledge.
Yet try though we might, both of us find ourselves steeped in the noise of news as if we breathe it in with the very air.
Then she told me she talked to her clinic staff about some current events a few days ago. Not one of them had heard about the recent not-a-bomb mailings. Not one knew of the massacre at the Tree of Life. The migrant caravan marching up through Mexico? Total surprise to them.
These aren’t stupid people. They must just breathe different air.
Furrydoc and I went one-by-one through all the issues and offices on the midterm ballot, then discussed the latest blart of bigotry from CNN, then moved on to the potential for a multi-market crash in the next few years. And in the end we speculated about how nice it would be not to know any of it, not to have to think of it at all, let alone contemplate what it portends for the future.