The Furious Spinner

When I was in high school, I remember having discussions in our classes about the environment and pollution. The future of our world and our planet seemed dire if something wasn't done. And many things were done. Legislation was enacted. Consciousnesses were raised. But not enough was done. Or too little was done. Something. I don't know. On CNN this week, Aaron Brown said that Nature owed us one. And I just shook my head. Nature doesn't owe us anything, Mr. Brown. We caused global warming. The reason Katrina happened the way is happened is because of global warming. (The unnaturally warm Gulf Waters gave new life to Katrina—kind of like that lightning bolt gave Frankenstein's monster new life.) And need I mention the loss of wetlands and soil depletion? Bill McKibben says we better get used to the United States looking like the Third World. New Orleans is our future, he believes. I've seen the future and it is us.

I don't know what to do with this information. Hunker down and just live my life? We all die. In the end, we all die. Even if we do great things, we die. Even if we do terrible things, we die. Even if we help people, they die too. Mario and I were having this conversation yesterday, and it was so true and so depressing that it was comical. I felt like that character in a Woody Allen movie— don't really care for his movies and I don't like to refer to him in any context normally—where Allen and a young man are driving somewhere, and the young man says, "Do you ever want to drive into the oncoming headlights?" If you haven't seen it, this description will mean nothing to you; if you have seen it, you'll understand. Anyway, I feel like I sound like that guy.

I haven't figured out a way to be hopeful or realistic or anything.

I'll let you know if I figure out anything...but don't hold your breath.

And if you understood this post, I am impressed.

It’s off to Linda I go now....After she dies, we just learned, apparently the government will come and take everything she owned, even though she lives in poverty and doesn’t have anything to speak of. But they will try to pry from her daughter’s hands anything she might want to save of her mother’s. And someone told Linda this so now she’s worrying about this instead of “enjoying” time with her daughter. And this is what I say to the heartless government who wants to make certain Linda wasn’t partying on her $650 a month. YOU’RE GONNA HAVE TO COME THROUGH ME, MOTHERFUCKERS; CUZ YOU AIN’T TOUCHING HER DAUGHTER.

Okay. Got that out of my system. I’m outta here. 0 comments

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