Some things we witness are so terrible that one has a difficult time forgetting them. Flashes and glimpses come back at strange times and places. These evoke visceral and emotional reactions, sometimes referred to as PTSD. Nightmares, flashbacks.
Yes, for forty or so seconds this evening, I saw Here Comes Honey Boo Boo.
The only explanation for 40 seconds is that this grotesque spectacle seemed to have a hold of me, like watching the train plunge off the trestle, or the airliner hit the mountain. I couldn’t turn it off, yet I regret every second of it.
I was greeted by a very overweight young teenage girl screaming something, supposedly in English, for which subtitles were provided. Something about her birthday and eating the meatballs first.
I will admit, until I saw that clip, I wasn’t sure this Honey Boo Boo thing wasn’t a SNL spoof or some inside joke referred to over at Sal’s porch which had gone over my head. Apparently, it is “real”. And it is an abscess on the collective and shrinking intellect of the American people.
Why is this what pops into my head?
The second woe is past, and behold , the third woe cometh quickly.