Who wins? the dog you feed the most

It’s quiet down here tonight. Quiet in my basement. Our house in Chicago has a basement. It’s so quiet I don’t feel like yelling. It’s quiet because I turned off the TV upstairs. I got sucked into it this evening and before I knew it I was watching Extreme Cage Fighting. I got bored with Letterman and Leno. Larry King was interviewing Sharon Stone, Hannity was promoting conservatism, and CNN was recapping for the 1,000th time the rescue from the pirates.

It was the cage fighting that did it. I was comatose with my watching, a state that is intended by the media. I was just there with open mouth as the shit was being shoveled in. The cage fighting started my blood pumping again, however. I realized that, with some training and a very mean attitude, I too could kick someone’s brains in, knock them to the ground and beat them senseless, beat them senseless, beat them, beat them, beat them. Until the referee finally pulled me off (after a prescribed amount of time of course – this is what America wants to see a senseless beating, live.) America? Is this who we’ve become? Geezus, I know lots of people who don’t want to see this. Or – do they? Do I really know them?

I wonder. I just wonder. And it’s so easy to feed the wrong dog. I need to stop feeding him. I need to do something different with my time. I need to find someplace to read and think and stop feeding this dog. I can do this. so can you.