For those living under a rock, the picture on the left is Michael Jackson. The one on the right is the Iranian woman Neda, in the process of bleeding to death in the street.

You know what? I'm angry.

To paraphrase from my journal:
I feel for Jackson's and Fawcett's families, friends, and loved ones. My condolences, in all sincerity.

However,
Do I care?

No.

There are still people being beaten, disappeared, and killed in Iran. There might or might not be a serious threat from North Korea.

In Iran, the protests have been going on for more than two weeks now, and that seems to be past the outside limit of the average American's attention span. The flow of new information is slowing, so it ceases to be enough to grab our attention, and no one cares that the reason it's slowing is because the Basij pretty much own Tehran's streets and have no compunction with beating, sometimes to death, anyone: women, men, young, old. It's slowing because the Iranian government's been using protesters' cellphones to track those who upload videos and pictures, and because they tap lines, and because they've effectively shut down or made difficult every real avenue of communication within the country.

But it's no longer a video of a pretty young woman bleeding out on the street as people scream. It's not a photograph of a man with his entire face swollen and covered in blood. So it's not important.

And then two pop figures die and it's a ~*TRAGEDY*~.

No.

Just no.

_{(i had no idea what category to put this.)}