Some day I might very well regret writing this, but not today. I’m certain what I’m about to say is neither original nor unknown. What I do know is that there appears to be a “sanction” against printed books. Really? Yeah. For what it’s worth, you’ll never slide that one past me. While I am aware that many, many people possess electronic devices (Kindle, etc.) that seem to “replace” printed books, I know the old hard text isn’t going anywhere.
I do feel honor-bound, though, to at least see the “argument” from both sides. I should, in theory, be okay that people want to read at all. Sure, I get that. Let’s face it, if you can’t, or won’t, read you’re lost. History is out of your league. Even recent news, however trivial, is quite “up to” whoever tells you what’s real. Immediately you’re lost, if relying on CNN or FOX or whoever. Sure, they’re telling you what’s going on. You, though, make the mistake of not questioning where this data originates. Well, said-data originates from the fastest person to report it. This doesn’t make the info accurate–simply one reporter’s take. If you woke up to news telling of an earthquake you didn’t feel, would you believe it? I wouldn’t. If I didn’t feel it, it didn’t happen to me.
Pretty much all there is, right? Except that people living near or on the east coast of America claimed to have felt an earth-tremor, in 2011, they could not have experienced. True, there was a quake, but it was limited. I know, because I somehow managed to sleep through it. Yet people in far-flung Rhode Island claimed to have felt the tremor, when they could not have.
Before you even think about letter-bombing me, take into consideration where your information came from. The quake was felt in Ohio, West Virginia, Virginia, southwest Pennsylvania, Maryland, and even our sacred Washington, D.C. That’s about it. Though it was not a large tremor, it certainly was large enough to alarm anyone who felt it. I recall one that hit northeast Ohio in the late 80s. Probably the first ever known since history was recorded. I was asleep, and suddenly aware some fool was shaking my bed. My framed letter from author Peter Straub rattled against the wall. I’ll tell you, you never saw a guy shoot out of bed like I did that day. Living in a suburb of Cleveland, I immediately went to the nearest window looking for a mushroom cloud. That’s how big it felt. I thought we were done. Fifteen minutes later, on TV, I was informed we had just sustained a 4.5 quake, pretty damned heavy for a region unused to earthquakes.
My point? Gosh, I’m sure I have one. And if I do, it is this: chill out, dawg. Wait an hour or so. Back in the 80s, had one of my neighbors run over to say we’d been nuked, I might have believed that person. Today, with Twitter, that could never happen. Why? Because a nuclear attack’s electronic magnetic pulse would kill it. Your car (unless it came from the 1970s) would not start. That’s when you would know you’re fucked.
Feel an earthquake? Car won’t start? Kiss your ass goodbye, pretty much.
Ah hell, I’m just messin’ with ya! Aren’t I?