As the snow is accumulating, the mind wanders to
When I was younger and into cartoons on Saturday morning (now the kids just use the TiVo), my brothers were into the GI Joe cartoon.
I hated it.
Zoom forward many many years. They still have that cartoon, and I still hate it. In fact, I hated any cartoon that had guns, swords, lasers, tanks, spacecraft, robots or any other destructive device where it was pointed in the general direction of the bad guy, activated, and nothing happened except cartoon bullets or rays or whatever traveled and did not harm, or God forbid kill, the bad guy.
Let us not kill the bad guy, even if the bad guy is trying to kill us. For, if protecting ourselves means using lethal force, then perhaps that is not a life worth living.
Or something like that. I never did figure out the message there. Whatever it is, it is bad: no end-to-end thinking. There are no consequences. No stakes. It was never real, so it was always boring. Eventually I figured out that the bad guys could not die, because they could not then sell that action figure.
Thing One asked if I liked the GI Joe cartoon and I said no. I told him, clearly, that in a war, when American soldiers pointed their weapons at people and pulled the trigger, people died. Sometimes in great numbers.
For the sake of self-censorship, we have created that which we wanted to avoid. We have created the expectation of violence without consequences. Instead of resolution and empathy, we have quick judgments and apathy.
I’ve seen books like this. The authors interpreted the world through their internal biases and wishful thinking. Why use colorful prose to describe a grey saturated world? Since they cannot show what life is like, they try to tell what they wish it to be.
Inadvertently, those books suck.