Accepting and even justifying that surely must have soul-corrupting effects on a different scale.
Yes, unlike the more abstract ideas of a pandemic, or some “crazy Trump guy wearing a headress”, this is not the usual circus. This is actively asking you to weigh the value of a human life; whether you believe that this child and its mother should have a building dropped on them RIGHT NOW. THIS IS NOT AN EXERCISE. NOT HYPOTHETICALLY. LIFE OR DEATH. CHOOSE.
How does it feel?
So, as an example, you're CNN
I mean it's story, after story, after story is bad
I won, I won
And the other thing, chaos, there's zero chaos
We are running, this is a fine-tuned mach
The goose has gotten fat
On caviar in fancy bars
And subprime loans
And broken homes
Is this the life, the holy grail?
It's not enough that we succeed
We still need others to fail
Fear, fear drives the mills of modern man
Fear keeps us all in line
Fear of all those foreigners
Fear of all their crimes
Is this the life we really want? (want, want, want, want)
It surely must be so
For this is a democracy and what we all say goes
And every time a student is run over by a tank
And every time a pirate's dog is forced to walk the plank
Every time a Russian bride is advertised for sale
And every time a journalist is left to rot in jail
Every time a young girl's life is casually spent
And every time a nincompoop becomes the president
Every time somebody dies reaching for their keys
And every time that Greenland falls in the fucking sea is because
All of us, the blacks and whites
Chicanos, Asians, every type of ethnic group
Even folks from Guadeloupe, the old, the young
Toothless hags, super models, actors, fags, bleeding hearts
Football stars, men in bars, washerwomen, tailors, tarts
Grandmas, grandpas, uncles, aunts
Friends, relations, homeless tramps
Clerics, truckers, cleaning ladies
Ants, maybe not ants
Why not ants?
Well because it's true
The ants don't have enough IQ to differentiate between
The pain that other people feel
And well, for instance, cutting leaves
Or crawling across windowsills in search of open treacle tins
So, like the ants, are we just dumb?
Is that why we don't feel or see?
Or are we all just numbed out on reality TV?
So, every time the curtain falls
Every time the curtain falls on some forgotten life
It is because we all stood by, silent and indifferent
It's normal
“Is This The Life We Really Want”
Roger Waters