Thoughts of a rainy afternoon

The alcoholic sexual abuser is now seated as a Supreme Court Justice.
I don't care.

There is a dangerous madman in the White House.
I don't care.

The finger wagging zealots who follow the supernatural over science are imposing their minority morality on the rest of us.
I don't care.

The Russians are distorting our reality to suit their agenda.
I don't care.

The opportunity to save the planet has slipped through our greedy fingers.
I don't care.

The government helps the wealthy find new ways to accumulate obscene riches while others starve.
I don't care.

Those people we chose to serve our interests hide behind lies and hypocrisy so blatant that Satan would blush.
I don't care.

We run our land-yacht SUVs on oil from countries that want us dead.
I don't care.

We kill by remote control and are shocked that we're hated.
I don't care.

I don't care because it took cellphone videos to open eyes to reality that every, EVERY black boy is warned that anything less than complete surrender of self-respect to a cop, any cross look could lead to a beating...or a bullet.

I don't care because the rare conviction of a murderous cop is hailed as a turning point instead of the abberation it is.

I don't care because racism and greed, the original sins of America are now at their strongest in a generation.

I don't care because anything short of yelling "nigger" in my face is not really considered racism.

I no longer care because this bloated, rotting carcass of a nation has lost its specious claim to a soul. 
I no longer care because the poor and the brown will always be seen as useful dirt to be exploited and despised.
I no longer care because we go through the world wearing golden blinders.
I no longer care because we show the moral depth of a puddle of spit,
the memory of goldfish, and only enough curiosity to wonder who will get the rose, who will be voted off the island, and what Kim and Khloe and  Kylie will wear next week.

I don't care because children are asked to choose their gender.

I don't care because we got the President we deserve.

I don't care because the frustration and pain and soul-sucking rage of being a modern Cassandra make it too difficult to face the hopelessness of opening the newspaper.

I no longer care and won't
        ......for at least another week.