BP #84 EDITORIAL:
It’s Sigh O’clock!
By
A.M. Stickel
One
Minute to
Midnight
Self-expression was
meant to proceed logically, creatively. At present that seems to have been
overruled by political expediency, greed, and interpersonal animosity: war on
all fronts.
Fictional monsters
can’t compare with real ones who have terrible intentions and the will to carry
them out, believing God, or at least Secular Law, is on their side. Decency is
caged and used for target practice. Lies are called truth, and ignorance of
truth is considered progress. Walls divide us. Personal slights fester into mad
dreams and acts of mass destruction. And the audience watches and applauds the
drama of it all.
In an environmental
death spiral, the East is drowning and the West is in flames. Where is there
room to breathe and grow and build the bright future we deserve? Frozen by the
fear of retaliation and/or humiliation, witnesses do not come forward, science
is suppressed, and the instinct for survival at any cost overrules advancement
of the human race and our planet home.
Why
haven’t we realized
we are a captive audience waiting for that final screen flash after which no
credits will roll? We won’t even need to exit the page or sign off, and we
can’t press ‘escape’. PRAY.