July 28, 2012
By Mickey Friedman
I’m trying not to sweat the big stuff. Like the end of the world as we know it. I mean, if God wanted us to have arctic ice and antarctic penguins, he wouldn’t have made coal.
And I’m trying not to let it bother me that it no longer makes sense to see Batman on the silver screen. Although my friend D. says it’s still safer statistically to see Batman than drive. Which he hopes is reassuring, but only makes me want to walk more.
Fact is, I’ve already had one friend murdered by a psychopath who was packing right here in the Best Small Town in America. So statistically my few remaining friends are safer than me.
It seems the Founding Fathers wanted all of us to have AK47s. Even the mentally-ill. If God wanted us to have gun control, he wouldn’t have made the NRA.
It’s time to ignore the big stuff and see the small.






