A few minutes in the life of a Detroiter

We (humans) have a disease. It's so easy and satisfying and fun and addictive and socially accepted to be mean and express hatred towards our fellows, but so hard and painful and frightening and socially ridiculed and disapproved to express love. It's sad as all hell and self-destructive in the extreme. I don't know what the cure is, or if there is one. I do find myself a leetle happier every day with my decision not to have a television set or otherwise fill my head with gratuitous violence and meaningless sex and endless other varieties of toxic crap.