Miley Cyrus smoked a joint on stage – big F*ing deal, just a publicity stunt like everything a talentless person like her does for attention – who cares!
Apple is developing a curved screen for iPhone, BFD, wow, am I supposed to be impressed – who cares!
Nebraska beats a terrible Michigan team proving the B1G is a really mediocre football conference – who cares!
The baggers are still idiots, who cares! A relative I know is still incensed about Obama winning and takes every opportunity to take out her frustration on the rest of us – who cares!
A somewhat young person I know doesn’t have enough money for all the coke he wants – boo-hoo, who cares!
Tomorrow I head off on vacation to Texas (I just wish Big Bend and San Antonio were in a different state, I had leaving a dime in that crazy place, and as I regret to admit it the place of my birth) – who cares!
My sister-in-law, a truly good person, is dying of cancer, soon – I care.
I’m dying of cancer, naturally I care about that.
Death has a way of focusing one’s attention on what is important.