Putting pennies in the collection box

Subject: Putting pennies in the collection box.

In my blog yesterday I railed against the authorities for keeping the general public shut out from the conversation surrounding Huawei and its involvement in the building of the proposed new 5g telecommunications network. My gripe is that the public are too often kept in the dark until its too late on matters which will effect them in the future.
The reverse side of that coin is the mayhem caused on the internet and off centre media programs who load the air with misguided commentary designed just to whip up public excitement.
There are a lot of unhinged people out there, people with mental problems, people with hate in their hearts desperate to right what they see as past wrongs. Ideological misfits, religious misfits, deranged sociopaths each with a megaphone we call debate over the Internet. It's a phenomena that simply wasn't available to any but a few, but now a days allows views which had always been there, now suddenly to be amplified and find common cause with like minded people. Suddenly two, two hundred, two thousand swell the message, it takes on some sort of validity because so many hold it, it creates some sort of currency to swop as the discontent is seen to be, not only yours but is shared by so many. 
If a society is healthy it copes with this since the positives all around convince you that the hate and bias you read is normal but limited to a few malcontents. But if society has started to lose its sense of community, it's sense of positive direction then these whirlpools of discontent become beacons which distract from the common sense which most of us live our lives by.
How much must we take notice of of these obviously, for some, justifiable gripes. Must we take up arms on their behalf or should we, in our comfortable suburban environment, comforted by things we bought only yesterday should we be troubled by climate change or rough sleeping. Those events, so far off our personal radar, demanding so much of our emotional energy. If we closed the internet portal and with it the television and the radio, if we isolated ourselves, as I was isolated in my village growing up before TV. Isolated with the thing I knew around me, the rhythm of life, slow and predictable, the expectation, more of the same. 

As I am bombarded with shocking pictures of undernourished children from some place half across the world I am asked on behalf of my humanity to help nourish them with a donation.  And then another for maltreated animals and another for so many things in my own country that, not many years ago were supplied, through taxation, by my own national and municipal government. Is it any wonder through this mismanaged kaleidoscope of human affairs I feel let down. 
The question is,  by whom. Is it any wonder there is so much discouragement when we see the worlds resources and the profits claimed by a smaller and smaller cohort of people who already are so rich that they have lost sight of value. Are we to sit by as the rest of us become poorer and yet (the absurdity of it) are asked each day each hour of each day to dig there hand in their pockets to find another penny to put in the collection box. Is it any wonder the airwaves are hot with discontent, with resentment, with fury.
Who knows where this man made turmoil will take us but to decry the people speaking out is surely missing the point.