What's next?

Usually, I attempt to put a lot of thought, choosing my words carefully when I construct a blog to post.

Not today. I'm feeling kind of, I don't know, 'soapbox-ish'?

I listened to talk radio today as I travelled from Haskell to Muskogee, and then later from Muskogee to Tulsa. Good ol' Rush Limbaugh was pretty entertaining, if you're into that kind of crap.

But Rush isn't the only one with a poop scooper and an energy drink: Most media is slinging it just as fast and just as badly, while members of Congress are wearing greased body suits, standing in the middle of the firing line, firing across the line.

I heard today that Obama's ratings are hitting 'record lows'. Okay, I guess. He accepted the Nobel Peace Prize today, while explaining why he was sending more troops to Aghanistan. I probably don't need to say anymore.

And George Stephanopolis (sp?) is going to Good Morning America as Diane Sawyer's replacement, who is going to replace Charles Gibson on 'World News Tonight'. More spin.

We're not far from life on the Moon or an alternate fuel source or a cure for cancer or space travel.

But if you look at how we've improved the quality of life over the past one hundred and fifty years, only to rip each other's to shred with the sharp words off our tongues in a matter of seconds, it makes you wonder: What's next?

We're not far from televised executions, or acceptable vigilante outbursts or required euthenasia or great-grandparents that are just fifty-years old.

Are we?