Carnage

At least 33 dead in London this morning as a series of four terrorist bombings shook the city.

33 dead and we care. We care big time. Because these are people like you and me. People we can relate to, heading out to work or school or daycare in the morning rush hour. These people die and we stop and take notice, a shudder of relief washes over us as we thank God for our own safety, tears drip down our faces as we grieve for the dead, sympathize with the families left behind.

In the coming days every newspaper, news magazine, television and radio station will analyze this item from every conceivable angle, deliver previously unseen amateur photos and footage taken by tourists, put names and faces and life stories to the lost, dub the whole event with some cute catch-phrase that'll stick throughout history . . .

33 people, maybe a few more . . . and all the eyes of the civilized world turn toward London . . .

. . .

This many children die in Africa every two minutes . . . 40 kids, every 2 minutes . . . and we don't give a flying fuck . . . I'm sick of the media. I'm sick of the naysayers, the pessimists . . . I'm sick of it all.