Oh right, the one that’s on fire.
Still, I am not entirely without hope. I am not the only one saying “it’s only going to get worse”. I think the great sleepy beast we call the zeitgeist is slowly waking up to the trust that we are in danger and we are going to have to do something about it.
So perhaps the first few sparks of the revolution have fallen onto the dry grass of this global climate change. May they spark the kind of political inferno it is going to take before we stand a chance of escaping the worst of this environmental holocaust.
We need a two pronged approach : keeping things from getting worse, and dealing with how bad they are going to get.
Keeping things from getting worse is the harder part. The necessary political reforms won’t happen until the powers that be really start to feel like if they don’t get out of the way, they will lose a lot more than a little money.
Guillotines are still a thing. I’m just sayin’.
On the consumer front, we will have to greatly accelerate the greening of our everyday lives. No more internal combustion engines period. Electric cars only. No more coal powered electricity either. Clean energy or no energy at all.
The target should be a zero emissions world by 2025. Not 2050 as a lot of these jackoff politicians are talking about.
That might as well be half past never because that’s so far away that it is really another way of saying “we ain’t doing jack shit” while sounding like you are doing something.
It’s like your lazy teenager saying they will take out the trash “eventually”, so quit bugging them about it.
No. Do it now, while I watch.
Dealing with how bad it’s going to get is not as difficult in the sense that it doesn’t require a big political and cultural struggle.
But it’s going to be tricky nevertheless. We are going to have to spend a lot of money on things like building seawalls and dikes around major coastal cities, vastly increasing our forest fire fighting capabilities, making air conditioning available and affordable to everyone, and building public shelters to let people escape the worst of it when they get their homes wrecked by massive weather events.
That means we are going to have to face the fact that shit is going to get really bad. Right now we’re still in active denial. The bad things happen, like massive forest fires, and we admit they are bad and we know why they are happening, but for the most part we refuse to see the pattern as a whole.
Because it’s too damned scary. And it means we are going to have to snap out of our usual state of passive stupor and actually leave the comfort zone of our daily lives and do something in order to make things happen.
And we don’t want to have to wake up and exit our comfort zones. We don’t want to have to take to the streets and fight for our right to exist. We just want to keep going to work and spending time with our families and living life as we have known it. As we had expected to live it for the rest of our lives.
But if we don’t want this bus to crash, we’re going to have to wake up and steer.
More after the break.
I’m not in charge here
Here it is. 9:12 pm, and I just ordered my supper.
Why? Because once more, when the time came, I ended up sleeping instea of doing what I was supposed to be doing.
Normally, on Saturdays, I order my supper at 8 pm. But despite trying hard to fight it, this time I had yet another “nap attack” and had to go to bed instead.
So I just woke up around 9 pm. Then I spent ten minutes dithering about whether to order in like I usually do on Saturdays or just eat what I already have.
Obviously I chose to order in. But I just 7-11 because I knew they would be quick.
So kind of a compromise.
But I hate that what little control I had in my life – like choosing when and what to eat – seems to be slipping away from me. These nap attacks where I sleep when I should be eating are really getting me down and pissing me off.
And in a larger sense. I am tired of having so little power and control in my life. I feel so helpless and yet, thanks to the miracle of depression, I also feel like everything is my fault because I suck.
I want to be better behaved. I want to be the cheerful, optimistic, determined person I know lies buried underneath all the depression. Someone who does all the health things he is supposed to do with a sunshiny exuberance because he loves himself enough to want to care for and nurture himself.
And because he wants comfort and praise from his doctors. That wouldn’t change.
Instead, I am constantly battling despair and that makes things very hard. I can barely function at all some days, especially lately when my depression has taken a turn for the worse and the feeling of despair has only deepened.
Maybe my best bet would be to embrace fatalism. Whatever happens, happens. I’m not in control here. It’s all up to fate.
Hence the name.
That would relieve me of this feeling of constant failure to do all the things I should be doing…. both known and unknown.
Or maybe I should just give up and go completely nuts. Let my lunatic trickster take over so that me, the person what writes this thing, can go to sleep.
Or maybe I should find Jesus. He’s got to be around here somewhere. Maybe I left our Lord and Savior in my other pants.
I’m already a big fan of His work. Would it really be that big a deal to let the idea of Him into my imagination just to have someone or something to surrender unto?
The answer is yes, it would be a huge deal. And it might not work, either, because I would know He was just an imaginary construct and thus not “real”.
But imaginary things influence us all the time, whether it’s lines on a map or the limits we place on ourselves in order to protect our fragile hearts.
So why not embrace imaginary Jesus?
What the hell, it’s worth a shot.
I will talk to you nice people again tomorrow.