Are overwhelming with a thousand reports an hour.

Fires, murders, thrown out governments. Corrupt politicians.

The richest man divorcing the wife. He was caught cheating in his

office. His pants were down and…the whole thing was abstract….

he was out of breath…between the line of pleasure and shame…

he wished he was dead. Not a trillion of his fortune could save him.

He was a marked man. And the regular folk…loves a salacious story.

Always. That’s how he gets a good laugh. When it gets to point his index

to the one who had thought himself untouchable. Unreachable.

And gets to have a good laugh for a couple of minutes.

The cashiers lines are going to be full of the story all over. Next to the

chocolate bars and batteries. He might buy a copy and have some fun

with the wife. Having a ball pointing at the weakness of the rich man.

As much as to theirs. Ah, life can be funny. But, but there is a switch to

turn off and put all fires and killings and famines in a box. Takes half a

second. Done. Once done, I can carry on polishing my guitar….writing a

letter to a loved one…calling an old friend…keep drinking my wine…

walking my dog…play those two pesky guitar chords again…or simply…

turn off everything. Even the lights. Lit the candle and sit back and

relax. And think about what I love best. You.

Ernesto Onofre