I have been a news junkie for years following those I agree with and despise ramble on about what they think we should do and what is best.
In more recent days I have been reminded of a moment between 1979 and 1980 while at my dads swinging bachelor pad between marriages. I was still a little guy walking from the bathroom to the main room where dad was watching the news. He told me to “stop” in his stern voice I rarely have ever heard. With my query as to why he said “there was a dead body on television I didn’t want you to see.” Which I either said or thought – I’ve seen dead bodies before, what’s the big deal?
Looking back I did not equate anything to a dead body, no emotion, no history, just two words put together. Lately it seems that news and reality television have not numbed me to the idea of death, dead bodies, or a gruesomeness that lurks in a world outside of my daily routine. Instead it has made me want to turn away from the daily broadcasts of events. Maybe that’s why the Daily Show has been a growing source for people to hear about events – there is no “if it bleeds, it leads” rule.