Homeless mothers in San Francisco beseeched their leaders to do more for The City’s homeless population.  It was a short news story, because few people really give a shit.  Over time, San Francisco desensitizes one to poverty and inequality.  Homelessness becomes normalized.

Elsewhere, a local group of grown men – skilled athletes and well to do – is playing a child’s game against adversaries 1,000 miles away.  Whoever runs in more counterclockwise circles wins.  Many folks are greatly concerned about the outcome of this contest, and the winning team is more likely to get to third base with their old ladies back home. 

The big news story of today is that Prince Humperdink, from that small island queendom north of Gaul upon which the sun purportedly never sets, is on paternity leave.  From what exactly, we do not know.  Over one million people weighed in on Instagram upon learning the newborn’s name is Archie Harrison.  They feel this is important, thus making it so.

The voice of homeless mothers is conspicuously absent from the dialogue over little Archie, his fertile mother, and his father’s paternity leave.

In the midst of the news broadcast, advertisers bombarded listeners with enticements to spend money they do not have on goods and services they do not need, so as to fulfill their prescribed roles in society, gain esteem from their peers, upgrade their vehicles and overcome erectile disfunction.

In other news:

Numerous vehicles have collided with each other throughout the metropolitan region, and most major thoroughfares are heavily congested with commuters going to jobs they wish they did not have, in order to drive quarterly profits and cars they heard about on the radio.

The weather-bot says it will probably be sunny or cloudy, and may or may not rain.

In the long-term forecast, climate scientists are warning us that we have ten years until the point of no return.  Few people really give a shit, but for those who burn a few gallons of gasoline driving to the climate rallies – in cars they heard about on the radio.

Downtown, an investigative journalist discovered a corrupt public servant, then promptly saw her car towed.

Overseas, some folks killed some other folks today, feeling perfectly justified in doing so.

And quarterly profits . . . are up.