The Telling of a Story

The storm has washed the beach of tourists and joggers and has left seaweed and jellyfish in their place.

Seagulls struggle against the wind, apparently unaware a change in direction would make life easier.


In looking for a fun and pleasant DVD to watch I find almost 93% come with warnings of violence, language, drug use, and or crude humor.  Has society fallen so far into the gutter that disgusting is now the new norm?  How hard can it be just to tell a nice story?

Example:

While driving through the parking lot this morning I noticed a fish laying on the pavement.  Being at the beach I expect it was accidently dropped by a bird, known to his friends as Butterfingers.

Hopefully the fish passed quietly during flight.  I expect, however, if Hollywood were telling the story they'd show a slow motion close-up of the Hawk's claws digging into the sides of the fish, followed by a grimacing expression on the face of the fish. 

And who wouldn't want Dolby surround sound of the poor fish gasping for air as it is plucked from the ocean?


I would tell the same story this way;

Two elderly people sitting on their first floor balcony.  One is reading a John Grisham while the other searches for the answer to 5 across: The Capital of Malta.

Thud!

What was that?

"What was what?"