Apathy Generation: Snakes on a Plane!

(2 pm. – promoted by ek hornbeck)

“If you’re not outraged, you’re just not paying attention.”

I’m not sure if it’s outrage fatigue, (heaven knows the Fox folks have been in a fever ever since a black man went in the Whitehouse through the front door) or if it’s the constant main stream brain washing:

~It can only get worse.

~Poor people who don’t work hard enough get what they deserve.

~Formerly middle class people who become poor, didn’t work hard enough.

~Government can’t afford to help people.

~Sacrifices need to be made, but not by rich people & corporations.

~Compromise = electoral victory.

~Sanctimonious purists are fucking retards. Ignore them.

~Equal protection under the Law, is more like a suggestion.

But it seems to me, along side of the deepening cynicism, acceptance of hypocrisy, and the general feeling of helplessness, that people are getting a bit more cranky.

hmm. Imagine that…

Oh yeah, snakes on the mother fucking plane.

Recently I was catching a connecting flight through the Atlanta airport. After a typically bumpy touchdown we began the slow roll to the gate. You could feel it in the air. Anger.

Cell phones turned on. Personal items not in the overhead compartments gathered. One hand one the seat belt, nearly everyone staring at the light waiting for the okay. Aisle seated passengers coiled and ready to spring out like a jack in the box.


“Excuse Me!”


“You just Pushed me in the back!”

“You Hit me in the head with your bag!”

“Well I can see that your Mother raised you Right!”

“Oh and You’re just Super polite Yourself!”

“Well maybe we’ll run into each other outside this plane and You’ll get what’s comin!”

“Maybe we Will!”

“I say we go Right Now!”

All of this happening immediately behind me. I couldn’t bring myself to look back. These assholes were going to cause an incident and make us all even later. Now I was getting mad. I wasn’t alone. This whole thing wasn’t going to help anyone get off the plane any quicker. Everyone and I mean EVERYONE just wanted to vaporize these two guys. You could feel it.

I think they did too. There was a change. Suddenly it was a full scale polite-off. The contest was on.

“After you”

“No, after you”

“I insist, after you”

and on and on it went while I kept a close eye on the air sickness bag.

I’ve never seen the movie Snakes on a Plane. I’ve only seen the trailer. I can’t imagine it could be much worse.

Imagine that.


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  1. BobbyK

    getting mad, all at once.

    They may say I’m a dreamer… nah nah naah n nah na naaah or something like that.

  2. terryhallinan

    Imagine all the people getting mad, all at once.

    Just attend a Tea Party Convection.

    I would much rather go to that than go to an Amway Convention, like one lady we met at an airport in Buffalo was doing.  I still have chills thinking about that kind of love convention.

    People probably don’t believe that we had a diamondback rattler nursery in our backyard when I was growing up.

    My mother going to the back porch got to see one of my sisters surrounded by the cute little tykes that had just hatched out in the spring.

    Mom would go berserk in the springtime when she saw us get near the nursery.  People can be so touchy.

    Whatever people are today, apathetics seem as rare as catatonics to me.

    Maybe it’s just me.  I often rattle people.

    Best,  Terry

  3. BobbyK

    ADD generation. Or an ADD era. Could be the “ADD ages” (sort of an overstimulated dark ages).

    There’s so much to be outraged about (the real stuff AND manufactured stuff) that little things like having to wait to get off a plane can set people off.

  4. terryhallinan

    People not only go crazy consistent with their culture but probably with their generation or, more precisely, their environment.

    The mewing nuns of long ago that was even contagious are incomprehensible today without immersing oneself in the environment that created that odd “illness.”

    Army or police whips were used as an effective cure that probably were more efficacious than today’s “smart pills” dealing with overstimulation of youngsters on a mass scale.

    I don’t doubt at all that panic attacks are quite real, though it’s hard for an elder to wrap oneself around a strange new disease without historical antecedents and clear definition.

    Thanks, Bobby.

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