I woke up this morning anticipating the effects of an upcoming storm. I've felt that the reactions to it have been disproportionate to what it may cause (the eye is not even touching land) but this morning I had a change of heart.
Human life is so fragile and yet we can't seem to work up the energy to care. We only make vigils and pull outrage when death occurs in large numbers and the context of it makes it personal. We only care about the victims of acts of cowardice, hate or mental distress when it hits close to home; when it happens at home.
But we don't care about the single man who got electrocuted while repairing a faulty power line following the storm. We care to mock the chaos that preceded the storm, the overreaction, the fact that life, for you, continues unchanged after all the drama that signaled that the end of the world was upon us.
While the world didn't end for me, for the comfort of my home and my computer, it did end for that single man who went out there to do his job.
This is not the age of reason, nor of Charles Dickens, but of hyperbole and extremism. Extremism in positions, discourse and action. The sole common act is that of each pulling to their side with the intent of gaining control of the cord without realizing its been tore and is on the verge of being broken.
My point is, I was recently hired as a sports writer locally. Do you think that's experience enough for the Pistons to hire me? Should the Pistons hire me? Do you think I'd do a better job than Keith?
But more importantly, do you think this post will help my chances of becoming a contributor? Should I make another just like it?
Now your thoughts. Discuss. More in a minute.