On my way back from the Luzerne County Courthouse today, 11-19-2001, I could not help but see this fresh road kill along side the highway. It might as well be another father along the bureaucratic expressway. Who cares? Do you?
Did you ever see road kill up close? Take a good look. Here's your chance. Don't be shy. It won't bite. But what do people do? Out of the corner of your eye you can see road kill, in various stages of decay, coming up fast as you speed along, most of the time in a hurry going no where. At ground zero, do we quickly turn our head or move our attention to the radio or glance at the fuel gage? At that moment a brief episode of selective amnesia, ready to blink at the next one surely to come along. Do we play pretend it isn't there?
As citizens, we pay heavy taxes, forced upon us, for the convenience having "government" servants tend to such things. Why do they lay there and rot? The Department Of Transportation claims its the Game Commission's job, as both point the finger to someone else. In the mean time they lay there and rot. Same thing goes on in other branches of "government".
But what happens? You screen out so much of the world around you and yet are ready to give expert advise to all. Moral of the story? Places like domestic relations, in your life, is just another colorful bureaucratic billboard. At that distance, detached, giving an illusion of purpose.
"Government doesn't care because they know you don't care.
Updated: 11-19-2001