What I find amazing is how those whom you love will believe the ramblings of people in a plastic box, the television, over things you share with them. The people they spend their time watching daily–sitcoms, soap operas, movies, commercials, infomercial, news, will get their undivided attention and trust, but your words will not only fall on deaf ears, but be scoffed at.
Here it is, I love someone and would never do them harm, yet they would not take even a single moment to investigate what I share with them out of love for their well being. Just a moment in their day to look up that which could save their lives.
But if these perfect strangers say that Santa Claus is real, they would not crack a smile, but would most likely believe it (or at least consider it), because their “studies” have shown and their “sources” say–without any investigation. These same people whose sole purpose is to make money from what they tell those I love, will be heard before me. That’s right, the one who they can pick up the phone at night to call. The one who was there for them when their mother, sister or other loved one died. The one who lives with them, feeds them, cares for them, and would live and die for them. They would not give me a second pass. But if any of their “favorite” news anchors were to say a word, or their favorite talk show gave them advice, or a commercial told them what was good or bad for them, that word would be gold…the word of a stranger. The word of those who over the centuries have lied to us the most. And in reality, don’t give a damn about us.
At what point did we stop trusting those who love us deeply over those whom neither care about us, nor would give us the time of day. When and why? Because at one point they seemed to tell us the truth? But isn’t that what boys do when they want to get into the panties? Tell sweet lies that feel so truthful the panties just slip off all by themselves? And before we know it, we realize we’ve been lied to. Then, nine months later and after a few AZT pills, we are reeling from the shock. And where is the man who whispered all those sweet nothings? On to the girlfriend next door, who is now so enamored by him, she can’t understand what happened. Because surely the problem had to be you. When you try to tell her the truth, not only are you rebuffed, but sometimes violently so. So here it is, the girlfriend you’ve loved forever is in for some serious danger, but she has forgotten that YOU love her. What do you do?
You do what I do. You leave it alone. You let those you love find out the hard way, and leave your door open when they realize they’ve been lied to. Of course, you don’t want them to be hurt or die. But when anyone ridiculously believes strangers over loved ones, without even taking a moment to do some honest, time consuming research, then there is not much else one can do.
The funny thing is, when that plastic box talks, I can guarantee that 95% of folks do absolutely NO research into whether they are telling the truth; being accurate; being deceptive; omitting certain facts. Nothing. No checking behind the strangers. Now this is not to say that people don’t see some untruth in media. But I mean to say that people can’t see the falsehood in general.
How do you catch a fish these days? With a rubber worm. It looks like a worm. Moves like a worm, almost smells like a worm. But when that fish bites into it, not only does he discover that it isn’t a worm, but that his happy behind is caught and dead. The media is about handing us rubber worms. Don’t take it from me, someone who loves you…save yourself some heartache and begin checking yourself–because after all, what do I know? It is about your life. And sadly, it seems I care more about the lives of those I love, than they seem to care about their own life.
But I suppose when we grow up, only those who have made it to the big pretty plastic box can be trusted. Why not? It’s not like I have access to their neat little tricks. And golly gee their so technologically advanced, they must be not only smart, but telling the truth.
I wish those I love the best of luck. Because I’ve seen some amazing things that would knock your socks off. But more amazing than all I’ve come to learn is how my love can be usurped by a big black box.
Live well my loves.
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Amazing, this is insightful, once again Ms. Palmer you keep knocking on the door of our conscious and I am wondering is anyone listening. I even wonder if anyone is at home, as Dr. Wilson Key stated in his book The Age Of Manipulation “We think that we think for our selves.” Oh wait did I say that, let me check in with the talking heads on the tele while I snarf down my happy meal.
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