Thang Nguyen 555

Real news are much more painful than fake news. Real news shocked us, surprised us and spinned us in other directions. Real news are slower than fake news. But when they get there, they demand change and action.

In other news today, 8 killed in San Jose – on a day the rail cars were supposed to be back in business (as usual).

In other news today, Senator Mark Warner, Elizabeth Taylor’s one-of-many husbands, died. Senate Minority Leader eulogized him as “an old-school Virginia gentleman” (as he wished someday, someone like McCarthy would in turn sing his undeserving praises).

And so it goes, the way it is with the world, with news and other news.

We seek, search and savor those bitter-sweet happenings in the world, knowing full well, what happened yesterday, happens again today (mass shooting would stop? right, keep dreaming).

The world will join the EU in climate change, and everyone will buy an EV? Right, Ono…Dream on.

Nevertheless, we keep going, like an early-stage EV battery looking for its nearest charging station.

350 miles, and counting. (why would they put EV charging stations outside of Walmart? its shoppers can’t afford it to begin with. Duh!)

In other words, we play the game, while the x-Commander-in-Chief plays golf and plays the game (of bidding his time, waiting for an indictment – with plausible deniability and at tax payers’ expenses, as expected).

It’s the financial guy, it’s the fixer, the consigliere who will do time. Not me. I know nothing, see nothing, hear nothing.

Always 6-feet distancing from a crime, but crime nevertheless, in God’s eyes, in his people’s eyes and in his own conscience (if any).

Biden was known for empathy. His opponent for the lack of it.

All you have to do is carefully observe the upcoming meeting between Biden and Putin, split-screen it with that of Trump’s.

You will see the stiffened body-language, the gotcha moment of teflon diplomacy.

BTW, in other news, an openly gay, Black White-House spoke-woman today announced a window to finding out the origin of covid-19. Whether it “naturally” or “accidentally” escaped from the lab, or by evolution, just “jumped” from bats to “batman”.

Oh well, I have been tired just to follow main-stream media. At times, I want to take lonely walks in the wood, and heck with happenings around me.

During war time, our first-generation rockers came up with their own: ” I just want to be with nature, live like a wild flower, without stress and worries.” There are always “In other news”…such as stocks which are up today, just a little bit. And of course, 8 families (plus Senator Warner’s) are in mourning.

You see, Memorial Day cannot come sooner …for people like you and me…zombies-like to place flowers (sometimes plastics) on old graves. We who wake up to an un-reality, a new norm with shrugs! Just like us youth who grew up during war time, wishing for just a single day of peace, love and music.

I eternally envy Woodstock generation. Their festival lasted 3 days, with round-the-clock performance and play time. Heaven on Earth. Now, that trumps any three-day Memorial weekend when death, grief, mourning and loss are front and center. What’s the point of living, when the majority of the time are dedicated to loss and dis-continuity? Yet, good news don’t sell and certainly are not that “fake” so as to travel fast enough for a larger grab of social media attention. Our loss, their gain. Unsustainable.