Do you think writers and other professional communicators, who live to resolve misunderstanding and find common ground, suffer more deeply than the average citizen during a slow-motion social disaster?
Like doctors, forced to watch a person bleed to death?
A person they love?
Not really, because this isn’t about resolving misunderstanding or finding common ground. This is about the bat-shit crazy wing of the loon party blowing up the federal government because the negro President got the previous congress to pass a Republican health care plan. So for me, though not a “professional” writer or communicator, I’d have to say schadenfreude comes closer to the mark.
Well, Randall, I didn’t say the communicator/bystander/doctor thought he could do something about the bleed-out. Still, there is the gnawing wish to have–or to have had–a college try.