Hoopla Over Real Life Situations

America at times reminds me of a bipolar teenager. Current idiocy is the bickering over a video, from which an incident occurred, causing a bad reaction, by a remorseful person. When I first heard Rihanna's "Man Down", I couldn't help but "listen" to the lyrics, and notice how powerful the song is. In fact, I was interested to see how the video would be made, to convey the words to the song. When I finally watched it, I though it was a great video that detailed the day of a bright haired young lady in Jamaica, and the life changing events that follow.

The video wasn't masochistic, or showcasing a good life induced with drugs and alcohol, or bragging about riches soon to be depleted. No, this video was about a reaction to an assault. Of all the things going on in our nation, this is what some parents chose to choose a fight with...not to mention it's on an entertainment channel, on a cable network. The same people who probably frown upon abuse, but do not have the tolerance to see certain consequences, and potentially blame the victim.

So, I like the video, and maybe if some people look, and listen...they may have a different take :)

Inspiration? Idiots arguing over a video,and not DOing enough in society, to take note of real problems.

Rihanna's Man Down

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