As Problem Solvers Have We Lost Our Way?

My friend Al Dooley has posted:
"I listened to a half hour radio discussion about why it takes so long for anything to be done about incidents such as abuse by the Michigan State athletic doctor. They hemmed and hawed about the propriety of internal investigation, wondering why it dominates. I can answer with one word: MONEY. When stadiums cost a $half billion, when coaches make 7 and 8 figures, power and winning are ALL that count. Right, wrong, abuse and cheating are all distant second or far lower."

I believe Al has put his finger directly on it.
As a nation, as a people, we seem to have lost track of what is important; things like dignity, integrity, honor. The life-impacting things like education, vocational training, human values. Instead we are mesmerized by entertainment, whatever the cost. 
Problems require solutions, and we have lost our way.

Your thoughts?

On Dying      

            By observation, dying is something best not done alone, and yet, it is lonely walk.  When that moment arrives for me I can only hope to have a flesh and blood hand to hold onto as I slip away.

            In the Ridley Scott movie “Blade Runner,” actor Rutger Hauer, playing the robot replicant Roy Batty, has his opponent dead to rights atop a building in the year 2019, in the falling rain, and as his own measured life span runs out, he sits down in front of this cornered opponent.  Hauer’s last lines as the dying robot are spoken here, in the rain: “I've seen things you people wouldn't believe. Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion. I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain. Time to die.”  And he dies.

            The most meaningful part of all of this, for me, is that Ridley Scott’s original script had other words for Hauer to say.  Hauer rewrote his script.  When that scene was filmed, as it ended, it is recorded that the crew applauded.  Some cried.

            Those words, “All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain,” those sentiments touch every human being, melting right into the core of who we are.  We have all seen things we wish we could preserve and share.  We have seen things, heard things, thought things gone in the wisp of a moment that no one else will ever see, hear, think, but still carry the scent of eternity with them, and yet they die with us, lost in time, like tears in rain.  More’s the pity.