No news is good news

I’ve started turning the radio off if the news comes on when the kids are around.

There’s probably some sort of parenting advice wisdom that says that shielding our children from the world outside is an AWFUL THING TO DO, but I don’t care. The juxtaposition of their innocent little faces and reports of the vicious world we live in makes me unbearably sad.

Myers Major, being the observant little bugger that he is, has called me out on it. “I know why you don’t like listening to the news, daddy. It’s because it’s always bad news. Every time you listen to it, people die.”

All very heartwarming and a genuine ‘lump in the throat’ moment. But looking back on it, I’m now grinning because it reminds me of this joke:

Halfway through a U2 gig, Bono asks the audience for some quiet. Then he starts to slowly clap his hands.

Holding the audience in total silence he says, “Every time I clap my hands, a child in Africa dies.”

A lone voice from the audience pierces the silence.

“Stop fucking clapping then!”

 

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