Random
Source Code
Random
A cynical industry where you hear the same kinds of stories and lines over and over to the point that it's a joke that isn't funny (the false hope and optimism sky is going to fall again tomorrow industry).
Person that survived storm- As long as nobody gets hurt, I don't care if I lose everything else.
Grief/tragedy/sympathy/hope industry Reporter- That sounds convincing.
5 years later after recovering from loss of loved one the person gets to thinking and it hits them- As horrible as it makes me sound, too horrible to put on TV, though nothing will hit as hard as me losing a loved one or an animal, I really do miss that couch and TV, even if I got another one. It sounds inhuman of me, and yet deep down anyone else would miss their shit at times if they lost it, even if they didn't tell anyone that they did. If they didn't miss their shit, they wouldn't get a house to put it in, but if they did get a house and wouldn't miss their shit, they'd live in an empty house, since nothing would be sacred there. If people are being honest with themselves and true to life, they also miss material things even if they miss the living things more.
The industry that is in Mobile, Louisiana, or Florida in September for the hurricanes and in the Midwest in the spring for the tornados. They're not even around long enough to give a fuck about anybody, if another hurricane hit a few weeks later in the Bahamas, they'd already be in the Bahamas with a new story, a new group of people they care so much about, and a new fundraising and rescue effort underway.
The grief/tragedy/sympathy/hope industry is not on your side, they are not your friend. They are just the people that control your supply chain (they have all the power) if you end up fucked. They are the same people that control the weapons, military, government, industry, and first responders.
An industry that loves to tell people who their heroes are/should be.
Thanks to the grief tragedy sympathy hope industry, the aviation museum that always had a name good enough for the residents of the city that went there had to change it's name to honor a guy they were told was their hero, rather than anybody asking them who their personal heroes were. Perhaps their personal heroes were a family member or someone from closer to home than Texas, but since nobody asked them, they were forced to adopt a guy they were told was their hero as their personal hero, without any room for anyone else (since many of them thought the name of the museum was good enough as it was, without being forced to change, and it was going to get changed to a preselected name chosen by the "new guard" instead of by the residents).