Standing in my local grocer's checkout line tonight I saw Osama's mug staring back at me from the Globe.
One of the headlines read "Navy seals send him to Hell."
Right next to Osama, Katy Holmes was "confirming" that her "bump" was really a baby rather than a new found side effect of Twinky addiction.
Underneath Osama, Jillian Michaels' man face stared out over her cut abs.
Since Osama was Hell bound, I couldn't help wondering if he hit Jillian in the head on his way down.
Next to Osama, Us/People/OK had a daring photo expose showing "the stars" sans makeup.
All around me, harried nobodies scurried about clutching bits of overpriced eatables.
Earlier, in the fresh fruit section, an old lady engaged me in a conversation about rising food prices. It was easy to see the fear in her eyes.
So, who gets to go to Hell for that bit of terrorism?
I suppose the short answer is "no one."
Some bits of thuggery are frowned on here.
Others, not so much.
A few weeks back 900,000 people were turned away from McDonalds.
I came home to find my 13 year old watching some VH1 rock history time waster where a bunch of barely famous yoo-hoos were slobbering over Kurt Cobain's corpse.
Bandying about phrases like "game changer" & "voice of our generation" as if they actually had meaning.
The real "voice" of each new "generation" isn't some suicidal rocker. The real voice is the marketer & adman who tells these dipshits who to love & who to kill.
The songs are just jingles gestating in their pre-jingle phase. The musicians, if they live long enough, will prove this by eventually pushing beer & Escalades on their dedicated fan base.
It is all so amazingly pointless.
Yet it never changes.
We've built a completely hollow illusion here in the West. An empty house filled with nothing much at all. The really bad thing is that, while constructing our particle board & wood glued "reality," we've been neglecting reality as if it had leprosy.