Tweety Twee, Tweety Twit

I'm in a daze. We have tweeting, twitter, texting, MySpace, FaceBook, cellphones, iphones, ipods, itunes, and God only knows what else. My head whirls and swirls as my Model-T Ford mentality struggles to make sense of it all in this cyberspace age of so many unusual gadgets and gismos. Everybody has the insatiable propensity to communicate with everybody else. It makes no never mind most of it makes little or no sense at all, at least to me.

What seems important is to tweet or twitter just for the sake of tweeting or twittering.

Are we destined to loose the fine art of prose and the written word, the beauty of a well crafted sentence with meaning and emotion that inspires? Are we destined to loose the fine art of articulate speech? Has it already happened so that a smooth talking articulate egotistical and narcissistic man of little experience and void of moral principle was able to talk his way into the highest position in the land?

We need, no we must, learn the fine art of listening so not to be swayed in the future by a glib tongue else we're doomed.