Staff Report
11-06-2009
The days of Russian Czars are long extinct in the memory of the Western world, but the magical allure that was cast by the likes of Nicholas, Peter, Alexander and Catherine was far too great and hypnotic to be erased from any vestige of recollection.
The days of 18th century Russia were dipped in vintage champagne, leaving the country feeling the duality of equanimity between factors of absolute rule and unabashed nationalism. The nomenclature of the Czar moniker instills the element of unadulterated control within lawful confines.
In the United States, the power of the czars has been transferred through a bicentennial warp.
The American government sees the viability in such a hierarchical "follow-the-leader," as the Homeland Security chief and the drug czar assume powers of control to ensure balance amidst disorder.
Yet, I implore all Americans to unite to create a new position, and one that desperately needs filling for our society: that of an entertainment czar.
You may think it foolish, but the joker is hardly wild. Americans view entertainment as fundamental to their existence as they do their requests for our government to provide them protective boundaries in which to live.
The transfusion of dangerous drugs and terrorists to our nation's veins is an inevitable shadow that continues to provide a retroactive anemia to the heartbeat of this country.
Entertainment allows us to infuse our imaginations with fantasies that cure our realities.
The reality of our country's fascination with entertainment is a prospective supplanting of fundamental priorities with whimsical telegenic addiction, and one that has extended beyond the fire line to the towering inferno that encroaches our perceptions.
At the top of the list for the Entertainment Czar's job requirements? Shall we pull a "Donald" and inform all reality TV show designers and participants, 'You're Fired!"?
I am sure none of us really need to know that Jon and Kate are having a meltdown or that Tyra Banks can fit into her new dress after her vacation.
I certainly would like to be spared any news of why Tony Romo dumped Jessica Simpson, or how it affected his throwing arm.
Let's not forget that we must be informed as to who is a "hit or miss" when a Hollywood star goes to a restaurant and dresses to either kill, or be killed, by the paparazzi.
However, it's a big game business, this entertainment world, and whether you're in the spotlight or behind the scenes, we should all know when to say "Cut!" to spare us any more unneeded action.
The curious endgame for all Americans, is our ability to savagely fight for our right to privacy, but demand the porch view to everyone else's life.
Comparison shopping is always the high-speed chase to the ultimate discount, yet buying others' private details for a blue-light bargain has become a new form of oxygen supply for all who need to breathe the air of fascination rather than the breeze of practicality.
The drug-pusher may be the media, but the public who allows it to continue is the ultimate convict in the 21st-century amusement prison we find ourselves in, complete with starring roles.
We're ready for our close-up, as we turn the cameras on ourselves.
The question is:
Is anyone watching?
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