The Pulse? What Pulse?

"Quick, look over there!"

"Where?"

"There."

Our attention turns to an unusual sight, a clown fucking a monkey.

I think I stole that from C.C.  I'm pretty sure.  It is what is happening now.  We are watching all the distractions while the slimy evil-doers are dropping poison in the water supply.  But people would rather watch the sideshow.  It is shocking, but it is easier than dealing with the other thing.

"Give me some good news."

"Well. . . the Koch Brothers just bought Time magazine.  No?  Um. . . The EU just extended the use of Monsanto's RoundUp for another five years.  What?  I don't know what to tell you."

Just as I'm writing this, a buddy sends me this fun article (link).

"I'm like Indiana Jones looking for the tablets, man.  I just want a simple moral code by which to order my life."

"How many of the ten commandments can you name?"

He could remember the convenient ones.  All four of them.

This is a Eurocentric view, of course.  It doesn't even address the problems south and east of Bucharest.

But what do I know, really.  I'm alternately watching episodes of "Downton Abbey" and "Mr. Robot."  Its hard to keep your finger on the pulse.