There is within me, a need to avoid the extremes of world and local news, a world weary stance of head in the sand and lets find some nice distractions in this sandbox. Ah! Twitter! The very medium to play inconsequential communication and play flirt, joker, thinker of abstract concepts. A non qualified visitor to the Ivory Tower wannabe world of low status intellectual masturbation -with some sharp self reflection, and emotional play, with the friendships growing crushes and minor heartaches, misunderstandings -a gentle pseudo Proust world, of relationships being all there is.
I could happily have been a Proust, but without the laying in bed that is. I like moving, swimming, playing badminton, walking moors, cycling, camping -but am a family manager, with financial obligations in a time of recession. Worrying. So why engage with the wars, the press intrigue, and so forths.
The case in the States of Casey Anthony, a mother of her murdered daughter, highly implicated in that, but given a not guilty verdict, somehow crosses over to the Milly Dowler case here in the UK, the murdered teenager, whose family were virtually tortured in the trial by the murder's legal defense team. Subsequently it was revealed her phone was hacked, by a News of the World reporter and such revelations bringing a storm of public revulsion -that's spilling out onto the police, politicians, and that press baron-Murdoch.
Harmless innocents, being tortured, raped, slaughtered, and the horrific circumstances being ruthlessly and mercilessly exploited by certain media types.
A plot for a play that would be a prayer that cries out to heaven.
And so we get embroiled in the brouhaha, we have a topic of conversation, to tweet, to post, to ponder.
But like many others in the first world, I will survivie my temporary financial discomfort, my daughters's will be protected by community friends police and school. That is my prayer.
Others in this human global community will face and suffer such outrages on a daily basis, and this will never reach our ears, because they are the world's poor. Somehow that is a different planet residing on this common globe.
Do such vile crimes against innocents in the third world also not cry out to heaven?
It is almost too much to bear, I should take some action, support some charity, take a break from inconsequential communication. Or will I?
I wonder what is flowing in the Twitter Time line...
I could blame heartless corporations, their insane obsession with maximising profits at any cost. ANY cost, including the earth upon which their businseeses depend. I could riled by politicians, I could go to the gym, have a swim. Dream of fabulous sex with imaginary others whose image is a composite of real and constructed females.
Male sexuality. is that the driving force of nature that is causing our species to embroil in such tragic farcical deadly games? Is nature actually indifferent to the cries of the innocent?
And the old, old question-are we caretaken by a supernatural agency -that cares for us?
My suspicions are that we, WE, are that agency, we are in essence more than the mortal skins enclosing insane behavioural programmes in our wetware hemispheres. But I'm not going to get all religious. Done that. Now perhaps I can look at Neitszche Wittgenstein -Oh gawd, no, letting that go of that too.
So what is there left? Ah yes, -Twitter
