Every single day we hear of the "new
normal." It is a salute to the old adage that, "Times, they are
'a changin.' I long for the
"old normal," where teachers were capable and respected, where the
USA was mostly a force for good in the world, where folks felt a sense of duty to their family-employers-country, where parents understood their
role, where kids went to school because it would help them in life, where songs
of love were about emotion and not copulation, where an opinion could be freely
expressed, where police were respected, where politicians represented
their constituents, and where the pastor had wisdom.
Am I wrong to want this, or is this a fiction that never
was? I do believe I'm not quite ready for our new world of equivocation
and unmitigated consumption, where common talk is replaced by newspeak, and
where everything is reduced to class struggle. I'm not quite ready for a world
of competing and conflicting values, having no firmament beyond the edicts of
the articulate. I’m definitely not ready
for a world where every thought must be expressed in 140 characters or less,
where a “gone viral” video speaks depth and content, where understanding is
equated to acceptance.
Wrong or right, I prefer the old normal, fictions and all.
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