In front of the treadmills (and other implements of torture) at the local gym where I work out every day (OK, tell the truth Michael…almost every day), there are three large monitors tuned to the three major cable news channels (you know who they are).
It is from here that I am offered my daily update on the very latest things I need to be afraid of and of the people I’m supposed to hate. It’s clear from the amount of airtime given over to fear and hatred, that these networks understand very well just how profitable these products are.
For quite a long time, and fairly often, some words from a song called “You Have Loved Enough” written by Leonard Cohen, pop into my head: “When hatred with his package comes, you forbid delivery.”
I had always visualized that “package” as something presented in a different kind of box, delivered by a driver, which I had to sign for, and which of course, I would refuse to do.
Now I think it’s something way simpler: just turn off the TV.
Be kind to yourself,
Metta,
Michael
