1373 Care Package

Sometimes I think our problem is we don’t care. We’ve become blasé about everything. Or maybe we’re so assaulted and pummeled by the 24-hour news cycle we’re just crawling back into our holes and quivering like a neurotic Chihuahua.
A couple of recent news stories seem to bare me out. First on the don’t-care front, or possibly on the bare-me-out front, the story of a man getting damages from an incompetent stripper. A Florida man was awarded 650,000 dollars after being hit in the face by a dancer’s shoe at a strip club. Apparently the guy was sitting at the bar when a bar-dancing stripper clonked him with her clog.
Since then he’s experienced double vision and dizziness. Isn’t that what you usually experience in a strip bar? I thought that’s what you were paying for.
The bar’s name was Cheetah by the way, like the fast animal, even though it sounds like what the roofer was intending on being—a cheetah.
But my point is, shouldn’t the stripper have cared more? At what point in the stripper’s desire to do her job better would she come up with the idea of kicking some guy in the head.
Not the playful teasing you’d expect from her repertoire. Man, you gotta see that stripper at the Cheetah, she’s a kick.
Another example: A recent study by a social media analytics company found that 71% of the 1.2 billion tweets posted in the last two months generated no reaction whatsoever. So much for reaching out and touching someone. 852 million people sharing, and hoping for a response—a connection, however electronic, from another human being. And nothing.
Digital silence essentially saying, who cares?
Talk about being kicked in the head...
America, ya gotta love it.