Saturday, July 10, 2010

Bury Me Not On The Lone Prairie

Weather : Too darn hot.

Actually, the lone prairie sounds nice and cool today. Even the dog took himself off behind the shed this afternoon in an attempt to find somewhere shady to have a snooze. We also have a new houseguest, with a collared dove who has built a nest behind the satellite dish and made itself at home. It looks a bit precarious, but apparently that is what it is supposed to look like.

I was a bit uneasy about all of the coverage of the Raoul Moat standoff last night. I didn't even know it was happening until a friend told me what was going on via our game of Words With Friends. We really don't need to see rolling news coverage of something like this, and it just comes down to ghoulish rubbernecking on a grand scale. It turned into surreal farce at one point with Gazza turning up with a can of beer for 'Moaty'. Did the media (and by extension the people watching) forget that this was a case of a violent psychopath who had shot three people, killed one and eventually shot himself? A tragic turn of events for all concerned.

Time for an iced water with a slice of lemon, I think.

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