Rants of a deranged squirrel.

#485: In Case You Blinked…

[F.U.C.K. is an e-zine that I started on January 24, 1993 and ended on January 24, 2000. One concept is that articles should be timeless if possible, so they were not released with dates. As such, the date on this blog is not exact but I will try to use a date as close as possible.]


Last night I walked out of my computer room and noticed three police cars sitting outside in the road. All three cars managed to drive up in front of my building, no lights, no sirens, and all the officers were out of sight before I even knew what was happening. Twenty minutes later the three officers walked from around the building, got in their cars and drove off. To this day I still have no clue what they were doing.

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Are you tuned in to what’s going on around you? Do you know what happened in your neighborhood last night? Probably not.. which leads me to believe you don’t really have a clue about state/nation/world events. How many sources of news do you go to in the course of a day?

Lets look at how much really happens around our blind lives. These are the headlines for “crimes and catastrophes” from a SINGLE source of news on the Internet. Imagine if I were to watch TV or read the newspaper.. or mix in other headlines I got during these two weeks.

Wednesday, October 08, 1997 -> Wednesday, October 22, 1997

Imagine… this in the span of two weeks. Odds are you heard about 5% of this material, IF that. Think about what else is happening in your world…

Wednesday, October 08, 1997

Thursday, October 09, 1997

Friday, October 10, 1997

Monday, October 13, 1997

Tuesday, October 14, 1997

Wednesday, October 15, 1997

Thursday, October 16, 1997

Friday, October 17, 1997

Monday, October 20, 1997

Tuesday, October 21, 1997

Wednesday, October 22, 1997

Imagine what else happened that didn’t make news. Important people dying, natural disasters in countries that don’t share their news, or such violent crimes that they don’t make the news. Every day more stuff happens, and we slip right by.

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