You know what’s crazy? I’ll tell you what’s crazy!™
The Royal Wedding.
Did you get up at 4am to watch? Did you set your DVR? Did you care?
The whole thing is extravagantly aggravating. In some ways it’s royally absurd.
It’s also a little bit awkward, especially in light of the horror that has savaged the South East.
I watched a slew of television personalities – from robin Roberts to Diane Sawyer to Barbara Walters – in England gushing about smiles and veils and dresses and the fairy tale that will be.
But these same anchors had to first look somber and lay down the obligatory solemn tone for those who have died, for those who have lost homes.
One anchor said; “I hope that in some small way this brings some joy to the people and the region so devastated by the tornadoes.”
Wow.
What a disconnect.
The region doesn’t have electricity or water or homes. Their TVs blew into OZ along with their missing grandmother.
I felt a little angry watching the bluster from the wedding. I turned the channel from ABC to CNN to FOX and there was nothing on but the wedding.
I felt like it was disrespectful to the thousands of victims and hundreds who died. I know that life goes on and billions wanted to see it. The problem is, I didn’t.
I watched one news report that in 90 seconds capsulized all I needed to know about the excess from England.
Kate in her dress. Tight and white and clinging to a pleasant physique. Not once did I hear about her royal anorexia. There was the Queen’s hat. Yellow in case you missed it. There was William’s door man outfit and his sadly thinning hair. How old is that guy anyway, 42? I heard them say I do and watched them drive that Austin Martin back to the hotel for some Royal shagging.
I read a report that millions of English residents used the holiday to get away while thousands of tourists, primarily Americans poured into London for the matrimonial mess.
Just what I want to watch in a British pub, the royal coach pulling the royal couple.
I think the best story I saw all day was the one on Channel 2 by Joseph Pleasant. He went to a home improvement store and talked with Alabama residents who were buying generators and gasoline.
When the tornadoes struck, the power went out. If their home was still standing, it was dark, without refrigeration without TV. So the reporter spoke to an Alabama resident who was bitching about the inconvenience of having to travel to another state to get supplies.
Then the news crew put a lap top in front of him and showed him Tuscaloosa, blown apart, totally destroyed.
He sat there with his mouth agape. A tear swelled in his eye.
“Wow,” is all he could say.
It’s all that needs to be said. The news crew didn’t show him a video of the Queen’s hat. Something tells me that the resident with a new generator and a tear in his eye didn’t give a royal damn about it.
Neither did I.
And that is royally crazy.