Words of - “Duh”

Questions have been raised among my circle of personal critics regarding why I would write about Gwyneth Paltrow’s self-absorption when there are numerous issues of substance to flog beyond such froth as a celebrity. Well, that’s the point: froth.

It’s been a rather intense week for the world in general, don’t you think? We had a tragic event in the U.S. that claimed lives, caused harm, because an unbalanced person was able to get his hands on a semi-automatic weapon to settle a deep-seated grudge-obsession of sorts he felt against a politician…and, as it turned out, anyone else within shooting range.

We have Australia drowning in waters teeming with poisonous snakes, and lives and homes and beautiful landscapes ruined; perhaps lost - forever. There are thousands in Haiti who still live in “tent cities” following last year’s Mother Earth smack-down on their soil. And birds continue to fall from the sky – everywhere.

I say, what do you all want me to do? Flog Mother Nature? What will that focus achieve other than the chance that the stream below me may rise up one day in retaliation and send my part of the house into a new form of Noah’s Arc floating down a hillside to the sin-city of Hollywood beneath my feet. Imagine that. My little all-black “familiar” cat and me in a rugged mess of debris without all of the other animals and humans aboard to re-seed this section of perceived degeneracy.

Wait. Don’t imagine that image. If so, Hollywood would immediately go out of biz and everyone would be a quasi-recluse with a cat and will have a penchant for bashing certain politicians and a love of almost all things Japanese. Hi!

All of the personal elements aside, would you be interested in the fact that the new Speaker of the House, Mr. Orange Tears, couldn't take a break from a fund-raising "cocktail" party to be in the same air space with other House members to go to Tucson to show his support for the grieving community and his fellow Congress participant Gabrielle Giffords' recovery?

Would such an appearance among even the likes of John-the-Pain-McCain and other GOP elites who did show up (quietly) to mourn the death of six innocents and the harm to 14 others, indicate some sort of decency that would bring a symbolic, if not fully authentic, copacetic moment in political arenas, be out of bounds? Or was it that Mr. Weeper simply ran out of Kleenex?

This "back-turn" by Mr. Bay-ner is how the die-hard nay-sayers want to deal with a national tragedy? Make a few bland statements and then rush to raise more money to keep the No-No-No machine running?

Nope. I won't dare to be so petty as to suggest that the "other side" continues to be petty.

Where am I going with this post, you may ask? Nowhere in particular, to be truthful. After all, it’s Friday, isn’t it? Time to chill or go out for a thrill. There’s always another day to flog and grill.

Now, on to another Beatles tune in honor of those who have been the main subjects of this week's flogs.