Look around you. What you see is a handbasket….and that target we’re falling towards? Hell.
We’re going to hell in a hand basket people.
Or at least that’s what I think every time I see the whole Tiger Woods drama playing out on the evening news.
Really? Really? This is the best we have to talk about? People are still dying on the streets of Haiti. There’s a war on, in case you didn’t notice. Darfur? Still cesspool of death and destruction.
But Tiger Woods dips his wick in wax he’s not married to, and that’s the lead story?
Face it people.
Tiger Woods is a golfer. A fucking GOLFER.
Sure he cheated on his wife. That makes him a golfer AND a louse of a man.
But his cheating doesn’t affect you. It doesn’t affect me. It affects his friends, his family. But not anyone else.
Sure, if he had been going around preaching morality and high values, and using his fame to tell others how to live their lives, then maybe this might be at least news of hypocrisy.
He’s not a minister. Hes not a politician.
Hes a guy who gets up early in the morning to walk through an expensive park, hit a little white ball with a stick, and then walk after it.
He’s a fucking golfer.
Who cares who he sleeps with and whether or not hes supposed to?