If some madman created a film that would instantly kill everyone who saw it, the cable and network news stations would show it. If Hitler came back to life and made a home movie of his favorite moments of attempted genocide, the cable and network news stations would show it. If a homicidal maniac wrote
a convincing manifesto attempting to persuade depressed and disaffected young people to take themselves and as many others as possible out in a violent explosion of self-destruction, the cable and network news stations would hire a professional voice artist to read it on the air with passion and conviction.
And millions of people would watch it.
Turn them off. You don't need to know. Watch reruns of MASH. Listen to music. Write your own manifesto about the joy and value of a long and full life. Just, please, don't support these people. If we all ignore them, they really will go away. They'll all have to go get real jobs somewhere. Maybe they could sell used cars or get hired as carnival barkers or become professional wrestlers.
Sorry. I'll be stranger and more ethereal tomorrow, I promise. On a lighter note, I drew a picture. The kid's name is Rohan. I was hesitant to draw the picture, because I don't think my rough sketching style is very flattering for children. I don't do pretty pictures. I just draw what I see. It didn't come out perfectly, but I'm going to stop before I make it worse.
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
P. S. - Aphter: Epilogue. This is the end of the rough draft of what I'm toying with calling "Aphter, Part I: The Maker Song." Now I'm going to rewrite the whole thing. Wish me luck. Thanks for stopping by.
