Nonetheless, we triumphantly return, perhaps out of bravery, perhaps out of Stockholm Syndrome, reading up on the semi-uncontrollable events that define the world we burn so brightly in. Over-poetic much? Nay, verily (something like that), it is poetry that keeps it all together and if I have learned anything from Shakespeare and Kanye West, it is not what you say, but how you say it. So strap on your scuba masks and turn up the volume, let’s get this news party started and head into the current events unknown.
Anders Breivik, the white power equivalent of a murderous frat boy, is in court defending himself by saying that the murders he committed were “goodness, not evil” in order to “defend his country.” Oh, vraiment? “Breivik began testifying on Tuesday on the second day of his trial by calling the July 2011 attacks in Oslo and at a youth camp on the island of Utoeya “the most sophisticated and spectacular political attack committed in Europe since the Second World War.” He has denied criminal guilt at the charges levied against him. (Al Jazeera)
The space shuttle Discovery is taking its very last flight today. The shuttle, which has been retired, will be flown over several historical landmarks, including the nation’s capital. Um, all right. I love me some NASA, but I feel like there is some missing link here. D.C readers, feel free to weigh in on how you would feel to see a space ship up in your lawn. (NPR)
If there is a politician I’m fond of, it’s one who takes no BS (and also goes with the Simon Boliviar school of thought). On Sunday, “A summit of nearly 30 leaders of Americas nations has ended without a joint declaration due to divisions over Cuba and the Falkland Islands which prompted the Argentinian and Bolivian presidents to walk out.” Cristina Kirchner and Evo Morales are sick of your colonial bullshit and are going to get a margarita at the hotel bar. (Al Jazeera)
For all that has been said about Katniss and The Hunger Games, Sady Doyle has a pretty good point about her being the heroine of overcoming poverty in an unequal world. Hmm, people surviving in a world that values commerce instead of life and treats some as disposable bodies? Where have I heard that tale before? Oh wait. (In These Times)
In some news that will make your teeth hurt: Federal Reserve officials have left their posts and headed to Wall Street. With all the Federal Reserve knowledge they have. Apparently this is all for transparency’s sake. My guess? Meh… cynical horse is cynical. (The Huffington Post)
Mitt Romney hates poor, single moms and thinks they should stop being so goddamn lazy. While the representative for poor, single moms has yet to release an official comment, I’m thinking it might be along the lines of , “Yeah, well we hate you too. You strapped a dog to the roof of a car.” (The Huffington Post)
The Secret Service sex scandal is the hot new thing. MSNBC reports that “Army Gen. Martin Dempsey, chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, has admitted, ‘We let the boss down’ over allegations of misconduct involving prostitutes against at least 10 U.S. military members at a Colombia hotel on the eve of President Barack Obama’s visit over the weekend.” “Sex scandal” is one of those funny phrases that describes something and nothing at all. (MSNBC)
So kittens, are you feeling the same feeling I have in my tender regions? Not those tender regions, the other ones. Or whichever ones you are most comfortable with. As we say each week, the news may be horrifying, a magnification of how truly messed up this world is and how powerless we may feel. But kittens, we’ve got power. Sure not enough power to launch Breivik to the Island of Assholes, where all crappy people must go (currently looking for a sponsor), but we have the power to remember that our actions can be controlled and that we can be kind and gentle in our everyday life. Sure, the soapbox can get lonely, but we can do a lot of good with our hope for a better place once it’s put into action. So remember kids, when the world looks extra awful, reach out and tell someone you love them. Give a hug. And for goodness sake, turn off the damn news, that stuff gives you nightmares.