The Decline and Fall Continues

Enough, already.

I’m growing more and more appalled at the attention the Anna Nicole Smith trial is getting in the media. We are surely past the apex of our civilization when someone thinks it would be entertaining to televise – let alone bring into a court of law – a suit arguing who gets custody of a freakin’ corpse. No wonder the rest of the world thinks so badly of us. And surely this is another argument for the removal of cameras in the courtroom. We didn’t learn our lesson from the Simpson trial, so now we are only left to reap what we have sewn, lay in our own beds, pick the cliché of your choice.

Now they’re arguing not who the father is, but what district has the jurisdiction to argue paternity.

And, for those people who can’t be glued to their TVs, you can get the trial in streaming video on your computer.

I am growing closer and closer to running over my television in the driveway.

And as I’m down a little tire tread from a previous incident (see yesterday’s blog), perhaps now would be a good time. Since I may have to replace them anyway.

Husband just made a good point. That if we, as a culture, have nothing better to do than obsess about this trial, then we can’t be doing so badly.

But I say that we aren’t doing as well as he surmises, and this trial is merely serving as a convenient distraction. Perhaps a plot by the Bush administration? Hmm. Could W be the father?

Here’s an idea: Apparently there are not enough people being blown up to get our populace sufficiently riled and for the politicians to take action. So tell Al Qaeda to forget about the suicide bombers and IEDs. Figure out a way to take out our television networks. Particularly Fox. Imagine the weight of public outcry when they can’t watch “American Idol.” Then hit our Internet access. Start with “My Space,” “YouTube,” and then, if that’s not enough, go after the porn.

Then you’ll get people taking to the streets with pitchforks.

Hey, I’m just one citizen trying to make a difference.

And here at the Playhouse, the electronics whammy lives on. I woke up to no heat. Not upstairs, or down. OK, I could accept it if the downstairs furnace was on the fritz, since that one was original issue when we bought the house nine years ago (Cripes, has it already been nine years???), but the upstairs one is only two years old and was recently serviced. Husband checked the propane tank and we’re almost down to the red line, and none of the pilot lights (both furnaces and the water heater) are lit.

Propane is on the way as I write this. Let’s hope that’s the only problem.

Or at least pray that the next whammy takes out the satellite feed from the trial. Maybe if we pray hard enough together, it just might happen.