News through summer's rose colored glasses

Wade McIntyre
Wade McIntyre

In summer, the song sings itself.

         William Carlos Williams

The news business is much more focussed in winter, spring and fall.

Nine months out of the year Americans want to know what has happened, where the bow of the ship of state is pointed, whether tax dollars are being spent wisely and all the things a concerned citizenry keeps track of in the 21st century.

But in summer, Americans put on blinders to the constant stream of “urgent” news bombarding the airwaves and newsstands.

In summer, we want to rock the jukebox, not the boat. It's a time when, frankly Miss Scarlet, hardly anyone gainfully employed and of sound mind gives a hoot about what is happening in the news world.

We go to beach and read paperbacks, not newspapers. We switch off the television to avoid reruns and nightly news. We turn down our internal burners and let the world go by.

This is just as well because summertime news is fluffy as a Three Musketeer candy bar.  Oh sure, we have disasters and crimes and tragedies. But summertime news seldom captures the national imagination, or knocks us to our knees.

School is out, government is crawling at half-speed, and everyone from the President to the school superintendent takes a vacation.

Forty years ago this summer we had Woodstock and astronauts Neal Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin landing on the moon. In terms of news, there will never be another summer like that unless friendly aliens invade the planet.

The news this summer is pretty contrived, even lowbrow. We don't have anyone in space, and Woodstock is a memory from the days that used to be.

What we do have is a reincarnated Michael Vick, and angry right wing health care protesters taking over the airwaves bent on tearing President Obama a new eyebrow.

We all knew Mr. Vick would be back, but we ought to keep him off the front page unless the man bites a dog, or adopts a Chihuahua.

Nobody expected Archie Bunker clones to take on proposed health care reform, but it's still a free country and the shouters have a right to their say. You'd think that such red-blooded Americans would be aware that other side also has the right to an opinion without being demonized.

The current healthcare shoot-out at the OK Corral style discussions do not belong in my summer. 

I don't want to make major decisions while on vacation, nor do I want to debate right-wingers disrupting my summer peace of mind.

In other words, if there is a plane crash in a remote corner of Montana, and 48 people are dead, unless I know someone on the plane, I don't need to know about the crash.

I may be looking at the world through rose-colored glasses, but no news story is going to rain on my parade this summer.