I was in the hospital for 8 hours today. My doctor was in surgery so the nurse–ever vigilant against lawsuits–sent me to the ER. When I was waiting to be seen the news broke about the Ft. Hood shooting. CNN called it ‘a major incident.’
Who uses the words ‘major’ and ‘incident’ together? That’s like calling something a Giant Nugget. Ridiculous copywriters work at CNN. Maybe they just aren’t allowed to use the word ‘tragedy’, and the word ‘heartbreak’ sounds too much like Oprah and the words ‘business as usual’ are just a heartbreaking tragedy all the way around.
So anyway, there it was. A Major Incident.
And since I was in the ER and we’re in Hermitage, TN, by the time I limped out hours later, I heard no fewer than three mentions of the shooter being a Muslim guy. By that time I’d spent hours in a room with a TV which could not be shut off, nor could the channel be changed. (Mercifully the sound was muted.) So I had some Steve Over The Edge guy yelling and some insolent teenagers, Jerry Springer and two women in baby doll dresses rassling over a doughy guy with a Molester ‘Stache who it seems had been given both of them–cousins–the hot beef injection. Then there was Maury where some woman cut off her husband’s penis (complete with a reinactment!) and flushed it down the toilet. Thankfully the fire department rescued his severed member from the U-bend. I can’t imagine he’d want it back after that, but I guess he did.
So anyway, right about now I’m pretty much convinced that not everyone I share this planet with is really happy. Or leading a fulfilling life. Or even thinking that much about anything beyond where their next fried food or f— is coming from. So the fact that they would distill this Major Incident down to the usual trope of us vs. them doesn’t surprise me. It does make me sad.