I know how it is. You’ve had it up to here. There are only so many stories about blood and death and pain you can take, only so many times you can hear about random shootings and corporate malfeasance and how BushCo’s squad of scabrous flying monkeys have, say, supported torture or endorsed wiretapping or gouged the nation for another $200 billion to pay for a failed war. Your nerves are raw and your heart is tired and the media will just not shut the hell up already about the sadness and the war and the mayhem and the Cheney and the doom doom doom.
It is outrage fatigue, and it is epidemic. It’s that feeling that we are being hammered unlike any time in recent history with so many appalling and disgusting and violently un-American incidents and scandals and manipulations that our b.s.-detectors are smoking like an old V-8 engine on a hot summer’s day and it’s all we can do to get up every day without screaming.
Mark Morford’s column for today is worth reading in its entirety.
JD Thomas on Medford Watercourse
Will on Medford Watercourse
Caroyln Binam on Nicole Sandler - After Air America
Kaylee Baroody on Fact Checking Bill Maher on the Tea Baggers
Francis on Torresdale & Devereaux
Michael on Behold the Crazy - USJF Edition