What you don’t know won’t hurt you. I promise.
Remember when you were a kid and you hadn’t a care in the world? You would eat the dirt out of your mother’s potted plants. What happened? Nothing. Your mom told you to stop eating the dirt because it was gross, and while you were at it stop eating the dog’s food too because it’s for the dog!
So you went outside to play with your friends. You all sat around the sandbox oblivious to whether or not cats used it as a litter box. Your friends would eat the sand and told you to try. So you did but it was crunchier than the rich plant soil you just enjoyed. “No thank you,” you said, “I like dirt better.”
Remember how you would drink water from the creek? What happened? Not a thing.
You used to eat paste. You thought it was delicious. What happened there? Nothing. Well, there was that one time you smeared it on the faucet of the drinking fountain and nobody wanted to get a drink anymore. But nobody knew who did it. And nobody got hurt.
Remember when you would play cops and robbers? Your brother would tie you to the basketball standard with a jump rope and rub your arms until they were red and burned. That was as violent as any kid got because nobody spent hours in front of the TV playing video games and watching shows that glorify violence, murder, and sex, only to watch the news and see how their peers were shooting each other.
The news today is filled with random deplorable violence. Murder happens regularly enough they compare homicide numbers over the years or even months.
The fluffy news stories now include dramatic music and shocking reports that canned food is causing cancer and Type 2 diabetes among other things. Don’t buy canned food! Let us reiterate that you should never buy any food produced anywhere outside your neighborhood. If you live in another country, by all means, eat the food produced there. But if you live across the street, that’s not local enough.
Senator Diane Feinstein: This is a concern of mine. I don’t eat canned food. I don’t even buy canned food anymore. I urge you not to buy canned food.
Reading between the lines – If you are poor you will not survive this new nutrition scare.
Cell phones are dangerous. They make men impotent and women get breast cancer. The radiation emitted will slowly kill you. Don’t use a cell phone.
A study shows that people are happy at 50. Before the age of 50 people are stressed out. You wonder if it’s an instantaneous deal. At 12:01 am on a person’s 50th birthday are they suddenly overcome with overwhelming happiness and a washing away of all stress? You start to worry because you won’t be 50 for 20-30 more years!
A reprieve from the scary news brings a daunting commercial about termites and how easy it is for them to take over your home, your life, and start a relationship with your significant other.
The news is back and the reporter is in a neighborhood talking to a police officer.
Reporter: Can you tell us what’s going on?
Cop: No, I can’t discuss any details at this time.
Reporter: It smells like marijuana. Like a lot.
Cop: Yes . . . the smell is hard to miss . . .
“The state received tons of rain but why is the governor saying we are still in a drought? Is politics behind this?” You wonder if maybe conserving water may not be a bad idea regardless of political indoctrination.
“Attention Facebook and/or Twitter users. Don’t give out personal information!” You smack your forehead. Oh no. What was I thinking?
Another commercial makes you feel guilty for owning any appliance that comes with a remote. Turn it off! Turn it all off! If you see a glowing light even after it’s off then that means your remote will work so you must unplug everything.
The next commercial shows a girl blow drying her hair with a fan and a boy peering at the ocean in his refrigerator. A seagull flies at his face and his mom gives him a dirty look for keeping the door open. Wait. That last part wasn’t part of the commercial. But it should have been.
You don’t know what to think. You grab your remote to turn off the TV. Screaming in agony you pull the plug. Soon you feel that creepy crawly feeling like something is on you.
You swear you see their brown nasty bodies. It’s hard to tell in the dark. You imagine hoards of them coming up the drains like the drains vomited up termites. The walls are suddenly covered in ants sacrificing a spider to appease the Orkin gods.
You pull out all the canned food and open each one. You leave the cans for the pests hoping the BPA will kill bugs faster than it supposedly messes up humans.
You reach for your cell phone to call for help. Instead you stare at it like a hot potato and throw it at the wall. The ants scatter as the radiation singes their bodies. You run from your house in your underwear waving your arms above your head yelling like a banshee.
All of this could have been avoided if you would have just stayed ignorant. What you don’t know won’t hurt. I promise.