The Word B

so what? more people are blown up and dead. who cares? should i care? do you care? i am sitting here in my quaint suburban home so far away from any of this terrorism crap that goes on in those other places. i feel safe and protected in my gated community. i don't know anyone of those people who were blown up. i am a good guy. i go to church on sunday. i give. the only time i am affected by another terrorist attack, is when i go to put gas in my car. it seems i must spend another 2 dollars to fill up the tank. now that pisses me off. what did i ever do to them? nothing. i am sick of hearing about it on the news. i am tired of all the special news bulletins about another bombing in some third world country. i don't know those people. so what? i just want to go back to watching desperate housewives and eating chocolate. after i finish my bourbon on the rocks i will go to bed. in the morning i have to get up early and drive my over priced car 50 minutes to work, so i can pay off the 1/2 million dollar loan on the house i bought three years ago. i hate my desk job. i hate my boss. i smoke cigarettes. i think i may have diabetes. man, have i got problems. so why should i care if a few more people are dead in some desert somewhere else?