Why is it many, many of us are in lust with posting plane wrecks and crashes within the aviation world? It would seem that we have a certain desire to fawn over the misfortune of others and more often then not chastise the decisions they made ad nauseam. There appears to be a certain satisfaction in not only being the first to post these incidents, but take on a type of ownership in many cases saying things like, "This was at my field" or "I just departed that place" and "My friend knew that guy" in a sort of disconnected sense of satisfaction with some loose connection to it. So why is it WE, and I say WE, have this uncontrollable desire to post every accident, incident and death associated with the exact modality we then turn to and hope it isn't us next time? I just don't get it. People crash cars, boats motorcycles; jump off bridges and eat the business end of firearms every day. Why do WE feel the need to remind everyone on the interweb that the hobby we enjoy may kill us tomorrow AM? Training, situational awareness, blah, blah, blah.... I call BS all on that noise. We want to argue about what happened as if we really know I suspect. We send false condolences and "RIP" posts when I seriously doubt they are genuine, as we take another sip of coffee in the AM opening the next post about LOP ops and the next Garmin G5 software release with nary a second though about the down aviator. I suppose that is what the social media has done to us;smashing a like button or sending an emoji flower bouquet to appear thoughtful but really, nobody gives a shi...... I for one don't. I look at it and pretty much say, well, that sucks. But that's about all its worth. It's no different than every other vice out there.... motorcycles, cigarettes, boating, shooting heroin.... All have consequences if unlucky enough to experience them. That's life. So why? Why do we post like we actually care? Is it out of fear that if we don't, others will think don't as well? Is it a dirty little secret that as a society, we have been socially engineered to act like we care when in reality, we don't; read, Facebook et al. ? Do we think it brings us good karma if we say something immaterial like "Prayers sent" when you know damn well you didn't get down on your knees are prey before you moved on to the next thread about public smoking or the joke of the day? I guess the sum to these thoughts is this; why do we fawn over crash topics with fake emotions and conjecture in some sort of twisted fanatical race to tell everyone else the worst has happened, then drive out the airport shortly thereafter and do the same thing that got them killed?