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I listen to a decent amount of news on the radio in my car. Usually, I listen to Fox News - mostly because I want to have something to complain about when I’m writing here.
Today’s aggravating story was about the pope. Apparently, the people lining up to see his body are very long. The reporter (keep in mind, Fox News on the radio is basically just the audio broadcast of the TV show, so there are pictures, I just can’t see them) said that where he was, two long lines were converging into another single line that was headed into the building to pass by the pope. The people there had been waiting in line for 3 hours already, and it would likely be another 5 hours in the new line before they got in to see the pope. Ok, fine. But I don’t understand the conversation that started next.
The reporter then started talking about security, specifically the lack of it. Well, I guess he must have been talking about security for the people in line, because, you know, not to put too fine a point on it, but the pope is already dead. But still, what purpose would anyone, terrorist or otherwise, have for hurting all of these people who are lined up to see the pope? What fool would charge up such a holy war? Whoever they were would be completely crushed - the crusades didn’t go so well, and the Christians, now armed with much more high-tech weapons, are looking for payback.
Nothing has ever made me want to put a razor to my throat as much as this.
And now back to your regularly scheduled blog.
I have a friend - let’s call him Brian - that doesn’t really see the point of all this blogging business. It’s apparently just a bunch a whining computer users who talk about what they had for breakfast and what they thought about that TV show they watched. Essentially, stuff that nobody cares about.
I’ll grant him that to a certain extent, he’s right. There are a lot of people out there with nothing better to say than “Ate oatmeal. Saw Orlando Bloom on Conan. Squeee.” Every so often I find myself reading one of these sites and wonder what toilet my life has begun to circle. This is not to say that what you’re writing isn’t important to you, just that I need to see some credentials before I think what you say has any importance to me whatsoever. Which brings me to my point…