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Don't Nobody Bring Me No Bad News

"Don't Nobody Bring Me No Bad News"
That is one of my favorite songs from the musical, The Wiz. I understand that song sung by Evillene as she tells her crew how she loathes bad news. As a creative person, I too loathe to hear bad news. It gets me thinking about other things and off what I was focused on. Some people love bad news, it make them feel riled up and tuned into something. I don't. I need to have my own thoughts and my own ideas and flow. Bad news pertaining to the farm, I have to deal with. But other news in the world that does not affect me, I can skip. I don't need to hear it. I prefer to deal in what I can handle as a creative thinker in the now. I do not need the sideline drama of some bad news that does not affect my life in any form other than stealing my time. There is enough bad news out there, I don't need it brought to into my life via the internet nor the TV. I can live without it. I don't need it and I don't want it. My life is challenging enough without someone else's bad news. That is my soap box speech for today.


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