Some time ago, I wrote “Facebook Gangsters” in which your average working guy could transform from being your co-worker with the pocket protector, to a modern version of Vlad the Impaler. Not the Bram Stoker version in which he turned into Dracula, but the actual person, who would rip his victims heads off and impale them on a very large stick on what I can only call his front lawn.
Maybe the new-fangled telephone tough guys are not quite that dramatic. However, along with them, there seems to be a new trend in social media, which for the lack of a better choice of words I can only call sad; the purveyors of fables.
People have conveyed stories since we wrote on cave walls before we could even speak, but I wonder if they ever drew that they harpooned two buffalos instead of the one they actually got. If they did, who the hell did they think they’d impressed by it, some archaeologist who might see it four thousand years later?
This brings me to the Zap Tale at hand. Do the new storytellers give thought to what they’re spinning, or who is reading it? What the heck is the purpose of creating and conveying fables about everyday life? If you’re a housewife, be a housewife. I tip my hat to you as, It’s far more challenging than most other full time jobs.