Berserk: (adj) out of control with anger or excitement; wild or frenzied.
I find myself saying that, thinking that and praying that incessantly in today’s environment of erratic behavior, showcased by overwrought promotion.
I like excitement.
But a world that feels the necessity to stimulate interest by standing in a dark tanker, lighting a match to read the sign that says, “Gasoline,” is opening the door to explosive results.
There are too many oddities, nervous twitches and borderline personalities on our planet to permit us to encourage bizarre behavior by over-selling.
Terrorists killed people in Brussels. It is a horrible thing–but it is what terrorists do.
What is an adequate response to such an atrocity? I’m not sure–but I don’t think berserk is honorable.
We’re trying to select a President for the United States. It is a serious decision.
Yet I think going berserk and exposing the underbelly of the American political system is unwarranted.
Somewhere along the line, we have to learn how to “measure out:”
- If we measure out mercy, we obtain mercy.
- If we measure out common sense, we open the door to more tender exchanges.
But if we measure out berserk and give it a microphone, platform and poster, we more than likely will reap ... a harvest of crazies.