Stop the presses, I need a moment.

In the middle somewhere. Maybe it's on the sides or in the middle of one side. In the back. Where in the mind should I break thought or not and give a little shit about the Spears kids, all the young Hollywood stars falling, which one of them is fucking whom and who has the best tits under that ugly Oscar dress? Why are you reading that? What makes it so interesting that you spend more time on these articles on these buses and trains than any other article? I think maybe you watch too much TV and your life is not even there anymore. You can only find your original thoughts through fear. Like when something bad happens, something very terrible and life altering like a deep and cold and hot death, or perhaps many hot melting deaths. And even then you're not prepared; had never let your brain feel it's own adventure and love and hate. Just copied them through that tube on that stand. How will you respond to utter defeat? The TV has completely fucked you over. All this time, while you should have been evolving, that box, that case, that flat monitor you loved pure red love for, ended permanently your next move. A very large, stinking, decaying, smoldering heap piled high. Forever to be remembered as those who became animals at the slightest hint of terror and evil in their lives. Because there was zero evidence of free thought or ideas. It was all drilled in via the shows and the news and the dangerously warm patriotic public service announcements.
And we all sit back behind the glow and watch our people embrace their deaths on the television. We watch the war on our couches and loose our Brother or Sister and get angry like the media advised in its way so that we consume and keep watching, even from the heap.
It's just that much easier for you to read about Brajolina than to think about anything remotely deeper. It's easier to go home and watch four hours of feel good popcorn bullshit than understanding that maybe, a ten year old has already shot his thirtieth brother in the head with a gun as long as he is tall. And how many of his friends and for how many generations has this happened? How many Peace Keepers from your land have thrown themselves at their duty and died with no honor from the Government or have come come back to Nothing in its undiluted form?
About the tens of thousands of the raped, the dead, the sick and hungry. Did you even notice that your freedom, your democracy has changed? That you're nothing more than a watcher of television, a consumer, a taxpayer? That it's military out there? I'm not saying that you should be very consistent in dwelling on the atrocities, but holy fuck, man.. we're all losing. We're all failing at being.
Just remember that everything is very unstable at all times and that tomorrow every ounce of comfort in your life might be ripped away. That your place of work might be transformed to making bullets and bombs. Don't be so sure that your country is all that different from the east. Or anything else.
It makes sense that you're reading that article. And that you'll go home and watch it on the teevee. No, it's not all your fault, but you could have tried.
Tomorrow you'll regret never having all those ideas and experiences you simply watched on TV when you look outside that one time and see yourself in the burning heap.