I Propose a Holy Vacuum Cleaner

Last night my wife and I attended Ben Taylor, followed by Tristan Prettyman, at the San Diego House of Blues. Both musicians performed well and demonstrated their respective talents. A talent not on display by the standing-room only audience was common sense consideration.

Behind us were some of the rudest folks I've encountered lately. The kind of people lacking the specific intelligence to put themselves in another's shoes, to empathize, to see how their actions might effect someone else. I ask myself why I bother even leaving the house, my writing, my cats, my surround sound, when the world is full of such people: They crowd our highways, they tax our environment and our resources, they don't bother voting, they talk during the movie, they spoil a night of music for a half dozen people with their loud, drunken irrelevancies.

I propose, if there is a God, she plug in her holy Hoover and suck these people off the face of the earth. They are a waste of air, of energy, and they are continuing to pollute our collective Karma.

This is something I've proposed before in private conversation. I present it here so that if anyone reading these words has a direct line, he or she might make the call. It's getting dirty down here. Have you noticed?

(R J Woerheide)