It's a Sunday afternoon. You're sitting around at home, wondering what to do. Should you scold the children for setting fire to their clothes hamper, or should you finally fix the leak in the bathroom that's causing septic seepage down the hallway?
Or should you, instead, fret about the state of the world? The world doesn't seem to be doing very well on its own, so it could probably stand to have some commiseration and ineffective pondering on the part of all people.
Floods, gas pipe explosions, incompetent politicians, celebrities with a blood-alcohol level higher than their IQ; these are the critical topics that occupy our thoughts until we finally turn on the TV to once again numb our mind into submission.
It's at times like this that the immortal words of Elton John come back to me:
And Jesus, he wants to go to Venus,May we all find our own balloon. And go to Venus. Without Levon.
Leaving Levon far behind.
Take a balloon and go sailing,
While Levon, Levon slowly dies.