Death in America
I was disillusioned by America the week than Johny Cash died. He received some recognition, but it was another John’s death that captured the attention of America and the media here, John Ritter…There was an outcry of love and affection for a mediocre actor, and little enough reaction to the death of JC. It told me enough of the motives of the media and of the attitudes of the people, and I…
I don’t hate this country, but there is something wrong about it, and the focus on a mediocre actor’s death over that of a great songwriter and a man who’s voice moved many, even up until his death. See: HURT & Cut you Down. Maybe it is the same every where. Not to take anything from Mr. Ritter. Three’s company seems to have been enjoyed by folks for more than a year or two, but he was no king among men, and he was generally panned until his death.
I cannot shake the feeling that I changed after this. As if I had been through some horrid tragic mountain stranded, wintry hunger induced cannibalistic adventure. I am a worse person for having seen what is most important to the lot of you, though if you are reading this, then I can only assume you more lamented (or at least equally) the loss of a great songwriter and musician than the loss of a poor to fair thespian.
And again, we preach to the choir merely to sooth our own souls.