Eternity Road [...] which about 300 persons per day visit.

In a country that will send out it’s children to a desert ghost town so they can drink bleach and burn themselves on hot stoves, and record it all on film, and then show it to a rapt nation so they can sell soap — I think 300 per day is a damn fine achievement for a place like Eternity Road. At least, that’s the way I look at it.

I’m not wrong about this one. Our kids shouldn’t be teevee disaster fodder, yet this is where we are. Francis Poretto shouldn’t despair for readers, yet this is where we are. What now?