George Graham

I’m Tempted to Join End-of-the-World Believers

I’m ready to join the New Age believers who have gathered in Bugarach or Stonehenge or Stalin’s bunker or wherever. Surely the world is going to end tomorrow. We deserve no better.

What a mess humanity has made of things!

It’s as if we’re back in the days after the collapse of the Tower of Babel when God afflicted mankind with the failure to communicate.

Everybody is talking but nobody understands what anyone else is trying to say.

Nothing that John NBoehner says makes sense to President Obama, and nothing President Obama says makes sense to John Boehner. Meanwhile America slides inexorably toward that much-ballyhooed “fiscal cliff.” And waiting to deliver the double-whammy in a c few months is the debt ceiling stand-off.

Boehner and Obama are not alone.

Nothing the Israelis say makes sense to the Palestinians. And, of course, vice versa.

Nobody in Egypt can agree with anybody else. Or in Syria. Or anywhere else for that matter.

When I watch the news channels on TV, I feel like covering my ears and going, “Nyah-nyah-nyah!” to drown out the pointless chatter.

Who can make sense of the slaughter of the innocents in Connecticut? What’s the point of even discussing it?

Why do we talk about gun control as if there can be any agreement on it? What’s the poinf of discussing anything with people who actually believe that teachers should carry guns to prevent more massacres in the schools?

Can you picture Sandra with an AK47 blowing away some mad assassin who is threatening her students? She might be able to do it but would you want her to have to do it?

There are mighty few Wyatt Earp types in America’s classrooms.

There is no meeting point for gun control advocates and gun ownership freaks.

And that’s the way it is all over this messed up world. We’ve lost the capacity to communicate. It’s not that we don’t speak the same language. The problem is that we don’t accept the same logic 0 or the same facts.

I can’t get that old song by Harry Nilsson (photo above) out of my mind:

Everybody’s talking at me

I don’t hear a word they’re sayin

‘Only the echoes of my mind

People stopping staring

I can’t see their faces

Only the shadows of their eyes.

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About the author


I am a Jamaican-born writer who has lived and worked in Canada and the United States. I live in Lakeland, Florida with my wife, Sandra, our three cats and two dogs. I like to play golf and enjoy our garden, even though it's a lot of work. Since retiring from newspaper reporting I've written a few books. I also write a monthly column for