270 – 268

Thirty nine weeks ’til the 2020 election. Thirty nine weeks is the normal gestation period for a human baby. So I ask the question: on that magic day in November, will we birth a decent human president or a diaper baby redux, by the moniker of DtheT/impotus/Le Trumpeter? That is the question.

Why Can you Say? The Des Moines Register poll crash was a portent of things to come

All is chaos at the moment. Nobody’s talking about anything other than his ‘good week’ last week (everything being relative) and the screwups of the Dems. But thirty nine weeks is an eternity in politics, so the only thing for sure is that everything will change.

But does any of it matter, in the great scheme of things? Probably not. If history is an indicator, we’ll make it as a planet for another four hundred years and then we’ll all be dead anyway. So does it really matter which emperor succeeds the one that got bumped off by family? Oops – reverting back to Roman issues.

But here’s the thing – it’s 64.9° F in Antarctica of late. Sea level rise is gonna happen. When the ice shelves melt, all that water will have to go into the oceans, changing not only the level of water, but the salinity as well. Fish won’t like that. Do we care? We mostly eat farmed fish now anyway – tilapia, shrimp, maybe even oysters. Well, something about the food chain says there will inevitably be impacts on all mammals – not just the seals and walruses, but homo sapiens as well. Probably even in my lifetime.

Us old folk try to pretend it’s not happening, because we don’t know what to do about it, and it probaby won’t affect us anyway. Young folk know it’ll affect them, but they’re powerless to do anything about it – other than shame us old folks like Greta Thunberg tries in vain to do. So what’s the answer? Literature..the arts..we have to start paying attention in a cultural way. Hey – I did that with a play and five books – what else do you want from me?

Missin’ Kwai Chang Caine, aka David Carradine

But I’ve addressed the irrational fear of these changes, much more than the changes themselves. After finishing up the Clemmie Trumpet/therapy piece, I’ll go back to writing about the effect technology will have on society. It doesn’t get us any closer to addressing climate change – it’s just another thing to worry about. So it’s a vicious cycle, but hey – gotta get it off my chest somehow? Just bear with me – I’ll be at this for a long time, and eventually we’ll address climate change. Patience, grasshopper.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *