Still, for good mental hygiene, balance is recommended -- not that we're about to burst into song and dance here. Goodness knows those "happy news" attempts made decades ago crashed and burned, but, we can try to be a bit less dismal.
(Meanwhile, Perky and Sun-Shiney live on only, I imagine, in Disneyland, where it's instilled in service workers under threat of immediate dismissal. Perky also shows up quite a lot in those morning network shows mislabeled as news -- the ones giving 12-minute segments to fashion, 8 minutes for movie box-office updates, and 2 minutes for a 14-member panel discussion on the possibility of life on other planets, with an update on nuclear power throughout the world tossed in for good measure.)
When it comes to the reality leakage events we call news, there may be some inverse, perverse application of one of Murphy's famous Laws here: Things can always get worse, so, quick --tell me how, what on Earth happened now, how bad did it get, is it still headed this way...
(How it is that things cannot always become better -- as easily and automatically as they can always get worse -- is a question and wager for the ages, something for the Muses to muse and mull over. Maybe it's related to gravity, that force demanding us to reel in, to return, come down, come back in...)
