This is what we imagine when we hear the fateful letters WMD…
…images appear of missiles built in deathly secret, fired from afar, causing carnage to countless thousands of unknowing victims at the target destination. There are countries around the world suspected, rightly or wrongly, of formulating evil Weapons of Mass Destruction in dark, deeply scientific laboratories with intentions of power and destruction of catastrophic scale…and we, the righteous innocent ones watch in fear and angst, powerless to stop the weak becoming more powerful than we, ironically forgetting of course that we probably invented the technology and sold it out in the first place.
Yet there is a WMD, more powerful than any crazed egotistical dictator can create. We freely invite it into our homes every day, openly letting its force break us apart a piece at a time, tearing out the morals and values of society and each day taking us to a level more base than the last. We pay for the privilege of it’s mesmerising power, allow it to stop us communicating with each other, place our young in front of it so we do not need to attend to them using the excuse we no time for them. We believe it without question, allow it’s influence to eat into us, change us, and as a group, destroy us.
It is of course…the television…….there’s a sculpture in the making I feel….