Shame on her. She brought her kid into a bar. Well, it's more of a burger joint. Dusty floors. Loud people. Lousy beer. Televisions blaring. Great burgers.
She's wearing a Walmart shirt and name-tag. Her little boy is eating the same thing I am. A cheeseburger.
The television is rolling footage of recent floods, bodybags, crime scenes, explosions, outbreaks. I can see the look on the boy's face watching the screen. He's troubled.
One headline reads: "The end of the world?"
That does it. He pushes his burger away. "Mama, I'm scared."
To tell you the truth, I don't blame Junior for feeling disturbed. Because I'm disturbed too. Everything
on television is god-awful. And I'm sorry to say, it only gets worse.
I'm talking about screaming congressmen, overpaid athletes, and celebrities who, for personal reasons, conscienciously object to underpants.
Then there's child murder, animal abuse, cyber terrorism, killer mosquitoes, killer fungi, undercooked chicken, ozone holes, reality TV, Korea, Isis, and suicidal McDonald's employees. And if that's not enough to scare the shucks out of you, watch a little politics.
I won't lie to you, Junior. It's bad. We have everything from soft-porn in supermarkets, to beheadings in the headlines. You…