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Our News Diet Is Unhealthy.

How long can we last when everything is triggering?

I’ve consistently complained about the harmful ways we’ve been trained to consume news in this recklessly targeted system of online packaged Moments that hit all at once from every accessible corner.

We’ve gone from 0 to 100 in record time. And while 10 years ago, being aggressively courted for the present crisis seemed to be the revolutionary ticket to infinite possibilities, it’s hard to look back, and not beg for the return of law and order on all fronts.

The over-exposure at a fast and furious rate has created the inability to produce humane reactions, that must rely on addiction to emoticons for the job that our beating hearts are supposed to claim.

2020 has been one hell of a year, with the continued disastrous mechanisms of a rogue presidency gone amok.

President Donald Trump was hired to uphold the statutes of white supremacy, and when he proudly told the rowdy crowd at one of his many rallies that he was a white nationalist, he meant that shit.

White terrorism was always the preferred method of killing off Black and Brown populations, and now the American horror story has become a global emergency.

From the executed assassination of Iran’s top general, Qasem Soleimani to the horrifying plane crash of an Ukrainian international flight that crashed in Tehran, killing 176 passengers and crew, many of them Iranian-Canadians, heading back after spending holidays with relatives in their home country.

The general assessment has given Canadian Prime Minister Justin Trudeau the authority to suspect that the doomed plane was accidentally shot down by “Iranian surface-to-air missile,” due to bad timing of the flight, that weirdly took off just hours after Iran’s retaliatory attack, aimed at American troops stationed at a military base in Iraq.

Graphic videos of the fiery plummeting jetliner, lighting up the dark night before the dramatic explosion after it hit the ground was the disturbing trend that prompted the prayer that the footage was fake.

But it was real.

Even worse was the ease with which observers internalized the unbearably tragic final moments of human beings, young and old, who were being punished for the hellish traits of evil empires.

And before you can recover from a newly-minted catastrophe, you find yourself heading back to an ongoing investigation of Boeing’s criminality with the soon-to-be outlawed 737 Max jets.

Former CEO Dennis Muilenburg who was ousted and replaced, definitely deserves to be in prison for reaping millions of dollars in bonuses, while overseeing unlawful operations, that are detailed in collected documents, including internal emails.

The valued correspondence between conspirators have been delivered to Congress, and vividly reveal the disgust of Boeing employees, who also chided the FAA for failing to exert regulatory demands that could’ve saved 346 lives.

A shocking extract, provides the damning evidence from an employee, that proves how Boeing willfully unveiled a large number of highly sophisticated planes without putting the safety of passengers and crew as top priority.

“Would you put your family on a MAX simulator trained aircraft? I wouldn’t.”

The nefariousness doesn’t stop.

The ugliness of human relations becomes hovering poison, as you notice how everyone is talking about the horrendous fires in Australia, and completely ignoring the deadly flooding and landslides in Indonesia.

Weekly bombings don’t compare to the lucrative pursuits of YouTube stars, unless they happen in areas of the world that Westerners romanticize.

Every item sharing space runs the gamut from outright ludicrous to unspeakably frightening, and they don’t serve a purpose when you can’t escape what you didn’t know was coming.

At the head of the table is the national terror of a celebrated gangster who hastily makes decisions that paralyze our national security and inflates his egomaniacal tendencies.

We have an impeached president who truly believes that he’s not going anywhere, and he might be right.

The terrible habits of the ravenous media is the exact reflection of what got us here in the first place.

And when you notice the unflinching response of star anchors who effortlessly utter the shit that should give us pause, that’s when we have to accept our sobering dispositions.

I feel sick all the time.

There’s no venue for joy or peace of mind. There’s nowhere to run and hide. I can’t come up with an escape route leading to freedom. My morning Buddhist prayer is calming, but then stepping out into the light of the day scorches deeper and deeper each time.

I’m not depressed, but I sure am tired.

As a citizen of the world, I feel things and want to change shit, and that won’t happen unless I revamp my diet.

I am lucky that I can still summon a pained expression when faced with jarring headlines, shamelessly begging for clicks.

But how long will that last, based on an appetite that devours everything in sight?

They say be careful for what you ask for, but did we really wish for this, or did conniving geniuses make ambitious deals with the devil?

Something has to give.

Scrolling through glaring signs of world destruction on specific levels of hysteria will never be an acceptable method of staying informed and enlightened.

And while I have no solution or suggestion for alternatives, I can readily take my bleak diagnosis in stride, by acknowledging my sickly state within a social contagion.

It’s the very least I can do.

Juggling Wordsmith. I have a lot to say!

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