The scandal implicit in putting off 22 days of work just because it suited this here doctor to flea out the country for a nice warm holiday with an intern from the hospitals administration department is of astronomical proportions.
This man was and is needed, very much so. The fact he could leave his ward untended to for the sake of frolicking by the sea along side a sprucy young set of legs is unconsciounable.
And why do we have this man commit such heinous act, what´s more he´s married! A couple of beautiful well grown kids- what is the matter with him? Television.
I give the virtual impersonation of that which has lost all of it´s touch with reality and has gone about scripting (as well as stripping) this worlds values demise. The beginnig of a sexual revolution losing grasp of restraint and procuring the inevitability of one's consumation through the knowledge of it's sanctity, well off. Away.
The scavanging of attracting the masses towards one final idea: that that what they preach and showcase is the solution of human life as they sell it!
Stop, i say!
Go outside and shout at the top of your voice: I´m mad as hell and I can´t take it anymore! I´m mad as hell and I can´t take it anymore!
Let´s not loose touch of our primal human emotions and familiarity with one another through that which is properly imposed the most and ever so subtely, ravaged into a product: love.
There you have it, a feeling can still be nourished and projected and the raping of our mind´s, however hypocritical this may eventually turn out to be, must stop.
Salute thy neighbouring persons and help yourself in communing neverendlessly.
Your cordially extended respects,
Howard Beale (And his adjoining writers...)
