We dead already
I get it. I really do.
I look at the dudes and chicks on TV who proclaim Global Warming to be a myth, and I see the same haircuts, the same eye shadow, the same pantsuit jacket and the same clutch purse.
You can’t admit that there is global warming, because it would utterly unearth, so to speak, your sense of God, and his place for you in the world.
It’s taken me 46 years to figure this out so, with the pathetic creepy-crawly filibuster-fetishized government, its no wonder we, as a nation, if not a world controlled by an empire, will cling to the concept of a lifted from the EARTH rapture, while they not only deny an alternative, but actually, Escalade embrasured, embrace, their very own so-called End of Days.
It took me so long because, well.. math really IS hard. I know physicists, and I could even teach physics on an ecumenical and/or culinary level. Glutens do this at such and such a pressure and temp. Etc.
But in the end, its logic, in the face of faith, and in the end, there is Darwin, who in his day was ridiculed, but in our day, he’d be slipped the wrong fucking H1N1 virus or something.
Not a government conspiracy. Just stupidity, with a foam of fanaticism.
What more do you need.
All you have to do is look at the banking problem. Why were these investors we trusted allowed to get so far into their schemes and scams that we’ll spend the next ten years digging ourselves out of hopefully more than swamp? Because we believed. Well, the majority of the nation did. God…
God! God will save us!
God will see us through.
I wonder.
The way our minds work. I used to say that there was no god, no source of the faith most of the public world seemed to embrace.
I used to embrace what I called Our Collective Conciousness. This is what gets movies made, books published, music mainlined. This is what joins us in times of war and those should-be sweet interludes of peace I once idealistically thought were the moments that were supposed to predominate our lives.
Its not the case, darlings. We are in over our heads. We’re drowning in boiling oil, we just don’t know it. I batter and drop mounds of fritter goodness everyday into scalding oil, and it responds with loud protestation, a sensation far more perceived these days than racism, hatred, homophobia, et al.
In fact, et al now should be called et all.
The anger the dismissal, the fear. My partner has a cat with ear cancer. She, the cat as my partner is mostly sorta man, likes me, and hangs with me: an oddity.
I’m not a cat person, but at least I’m open.
Anyways…
Its quickly growing too late for us to do anything to modify our lifestyles, en masse, and thereby not stop but maybe for a generation or two at least STAY, the tragedies that will come as this world continues to percolate.
I’ve flown into airports over water, as good an idea as I’ve heard. Boston, SFO, some other smaller ones.
Guess what. Boston and SFO are gonna be underwater in 20 years. Oh, you’re just hearing this now?
Again, a reason to not blog; the folks what read me is asshats.
I was just using two examples.
John Wayne in San Dago, etc, ba bla bah.
You’re fucking up your kid’s life.
But then… I’m no one to preach that shit. My dad fucked my brain up from the moment it was determined I had a huge IQ, and my mom followed suit, and after my dad died….
Well…if you don’t know the story, you’re better fucking off.
Selfish shit, jewish shit, hateful exclusivating shit, so much shit. And I fucking recycle!
I am so angry.
I don’t mind the world expiring after I’m gone. I had expected a certain drunkard’s posthumous retribution, but really, ee cummings, get capital, oh you cant cunt, u dead.
I look forward to seeing the true and natch YOuAREall end of days.
This morning, at appx 6:43am I drove from Lafayette to Baton R0uge, LA. The sun came up over fog inspired by marsh.
I kept thinking it would be sunny enough for the fog to have lifted, but in the end, over an hour of driving, and having to brake to keep my eyes back onto the road, I beheld some of the most spectacular fog show pyrotechnics I’d ever, by nature, been fed.
For the fog, lifting and mostly thin, shrouded the sun to make it an orange bulb tasting its place over the Henderson Swamp, licking light across still water and everlasting children trees.
A trucker honked at me cuz I had slowed down. Henderson swamp always seems to provide me beauty, but this morning was a section of an ethereal sort. The trees the wafting lacings of loose swirl…
Half an hour later, I crossed Whiskey Bay, where the fog sat hard into the higher atmosphere. It was fierce and thick and orange and an orb swole within it, and the outlines of leave-lost trees were ocher skeletons that drifted by quicker than I’d have liked.
It was such a glorious drive, leaving Zan at a quarter after six, filling up at the ever cheap gas Race Trac, and then on the road. Each mile ticked odometrically, I missed him more.
I had an eyedoctor appointment or else I’d have stayed as long as I could.
He and I, each time is the first date, with, at the end, the sex of the second cuz the third would be too long. WE grow and enhance and find ourselves on this mountain of love we never, both or either, had considered. But we climb it, and find ourselves sharings pitons into bed and kind and hot and evil wonderful kink.
But part of this makes me angry.
Because Zan and I are only just growing into our already well lived lives.
And you assholes who don’t recycle-and yes by those who don’t recycle, if you don’t, yes…you are an asshole!-you are killing the time of our romance.
And you’re killing the time of your own potential love.
And that’s just fucking sad.
And you know why you’re doing it?
Cuz the religious right tells you that change is bad, and evolution didn’t exist, and global warming is a myth.
Because their gods don’t have the wherewithal to realize they can’t stand up to their mass appeal, and run the fuck away.
You see…
If Christians admit there is global warming, it undermines their sense of Adam, Eve, and Christ.
So Global Warming must me a myth. Cuz Christ must be true.
And this, (and if you want the full ass over a bottle of Claret full on argument… bring it, she says)
Has condemned us all, believers in Christ or non, to this point.
Its your choice now. It’s probably already too late for the next few generations who surf molten riptides in discarded poison gas suits….
We’ve killed at best or maybe altered morally and genomally, maybe 1%, that could be hope or end.
So, please…
Embrace your God.
Embrace the most stringent interpretations under which one might interpret deity.
Hate unconditional.
Kill the virus that is us off as quick as you can.
My life and my partner’s and our friends, we’ll be ritualized in dirt when it comes to this.
I’d like to go to the grave knowing the virus of humanity has lost to its cure.
I look at the dudes and chicks on TV who proclaim Global Warming to be a myth, and I see the same haircuts, the same eye shadow, the same pantsuit jacket and the same clutch purse.
You can’t admit that there is global warming, because it would utterly unearth, so to speak, your sense of God, and his place for you in the world.
It’s taken me 46 years to figure this out so, with the pathetic creepy-crawly filibuster-fetishized government, its no wonder we, as a nation, if not a world controlled by an empire, will cling to the concept of a lifted from the EARTH rapture, while they not only deny an alternative, but actually, Escalade embrasured, embrace, their very own so-called End of Days.
It took me so long because, well.. math really IS hard. I know physicists, and I could even teach physics on an ecumenical and/or culinary level. Glutens do this at such and such a pressure and temp. Etc.
But in the end, its logic, in the face of faith, and in the end, there is Darwin, who in his day was ridiculed, but in our day, he’d be slipped the wrong fucking H1N1 virus or something.
Not a government conspiracy. Just stupidity, with a foam of fanaticism.
What more do you need.
All you have to do is look at the banking problem. Why were these investors we trusted allowed to get so far into their schemes and scams that we’ll spend the next ten years digging ourselves out of hopefully more than swamp? Because we believed. Well, the majority of the nation did. God…
God! God will save us!
God will see us through.
I wonder.
The way our minds work. I used to say that there was no god, no source of the faith most of the public world seemed to embrace.
I used to embrace what I called Our Collective Conciousness. This is what gets movies made, books published, music mainlined. This is what joins us in times of war and those should-be sweet interludes of peace I once idealistically thought were the moments that were supposed to predominate our lives.
Its not the case, darlings. We are in over our heads. We’re drowning in boiling oil, we just don’t know it. I batter and drop mounds of fritter goodness everyday into scalding oil, and it responds with loud protestation, a sensation far more perceived these days than racism, hatred, homophobia, et al.
In fact, et al now should be called et all.
The anger the dismissal, the fear. My partner has a cat with ear cancer. She, the cat as my partner is mostly sorta man, likes me, and hangs with me: an oddity.
I’m not a cat person, but at least I’m open.
Anyways…
Its quickly growing too late for us to do anything to modify our lifestyles, en masse, and thereby not stop but maybe for a generation or two at least STAY, the tragedies that will come as this world continues to percolate.
I’ve flown into airports over water, as good an idea as I’ve heard. Boston, SFO, some other smaller ones.
Guess what. Boston and SFO are gonna be underwater in 20 years. Oh, you’re just hearing this now?
Again, a reason to not blog; the folks what read me is asshats.
I was just using two examples.
John Wayne in San Dago, etc, ba bla bah.
You’re fucking up your kid’s life.
But then… I’m no one to preach that shit. My dad fucked my brain up from the moment it was determined I had a huge IQ, and my mom followed suit, and after my dad died….
Well…if you don’t know the story, you’re better fucking off.
Selfish shit, jewish shit, hateful exclusivating shit, so much shit. And I fucking recycle!
I am so angry.
I don’t mind the world expiring after I’m gone. I had expected a certain drunkard’s posthumous retribution, but really, ee cummings, get capital, oh you cant cunt, u dead.
I look forward to seeing the true and natch YOuAREall end of days.
This morning, at appx 6:43am I drove from Lafayette to Baton R0uge, LA. The sun came up over fog inspired by marsh.
I kept thinking it would be sunny enough for the fog to have lifted, but in the end, over an hour of driving, and having to brake to keep my eyes back onto the road, I beheld some of the most spectacular fog show pyrotechnics I’d ever, by nature, been fed.
For the fog, lifting and mostly thin, shrouded the sun to make it an orange bulb tasting its place over the Henderson Swamp, licking light across still water and everlasting children trees.
A trucker honked at me cuz I had slowed down. Henderson swamp always seems to provide me beauty, but this morning was a section of an ethereal sort. The trees the wafting lacings of loose swirl…
Half an hour later, I crossed Whiskey Bay, where the fog sat hard into the higher atmosphere. It was fierce and thick and orange and an orb swole within it, and the outlines of leave-lost trees were ocher skeletons that drifted by quicker than I’d have liked.
It was such a glorious drive, leaving Zan at a quarter after six, filling up at the ever cheap gas Race Trac, and then on the road. Each mile ticked odometrically, I missed him more.
I had an eyedoctor appointment or else I’d have stayed as long as I could.
He and I, each time is the first date, with, at the end, the sex of the second cuz the third would be too long. WE grow and enhance and find ourselves on this mountain of love we never, both or either, had considered. But we climb it, and find ourselves sharings pitons into bed and kind and hot and evil wonderful kink.
But part of this makes me angry.
Because Zan and I are only just growing into our already well lived lives.
And you assholes who don’t recycle-and yes by those who don’t recycle, if you don’t, yes…you are an asshole!-you are killing the time of our romance.
And you’re killing the time of your own potential love.
And that’s just fucking sad.
And you know why you’re doing it?
Cuz the religious right tells you that change is bad, and evolution didn’t exist, and global warming is a myth.
Because their gods don’t have the wherewithal to realize they can’t stand up to their mass appeal, and run the fuck away.
You see…
If Christians admit there is global warming, it undermines their sense of Adam, Eve, and Christ.
So Global Warming must me a myth. Cuz Christ must be true.
And this, (and if you want the full ass over a bottle of Claret full on argument… bring it, she says)
Has condemned us all, believers in Christ or non, to this point.
Its your choice now. It’s probably already too late for the next few generations who surf molten riptides in discarded poison gas suits….
We’ve killed at best or maybe altered morally and genomally, maybe 1%, that could be hope or end.
So, please…
Embrace your God.
Embrace the most stringent interpretations under which one might interpret deity.
Hate unconditional.
Kill the virus that is us off as quick as you can.
My life and my partner’s and our friends, we’ll be ritualized in dirt when it comes to this.
I’d like to go to the grave knowing the virus of humanity has lost to its cure.