Inconvenient Truth
Yo yo yo. Global warming all up in this hizouse. And I don’t even care. I’ve never been to a punk rock show that didn’t have a mosh pit anyway. Except for Fugazi. Fucking pussies.
I’m into it. I believe global warming. I think we’re all going to hell. I just wonder when the scientific community is going to start acknowledging that we have passed the point of no return. You might think that we can change the current situation, but I doubt it. According to a PBS Nova show I saw a while back, it has been estimated that ten years from now, the point of no return in which global warming will be on its own path no longer needing the aid of us smartypants lazy McDouchebags we be upon us. That’s sweet. And I’m going to be that it’ll happen even faster.
We’re on top of the shit pile globally and we produce what?…over 30-40 percent of the worlds pollution while consuming a lions share of the energy? That said, we’re rich and educated and yet we have the lowest emissions standard in the world. Wench! Come hither and fan me. This place is becoming a trite bit tepid. I assume Europe is a bit further along in their quest for eternity, but beyond that, We’ve got china coming up the rear to take over the world since we can’t find our asshole. They aren’t running the cheap shit either. They like the top-fuel class too. We just sit here in our plush master planned community, or poor up on a hill, and see about as far as the backyard fence line lets us. Fuck it. My lawn is green. How bout yours?
The trick here is to simply head on down to your local Phoenix and realize that miles and miles of driving are the incorporated norm. You can’t blame the people either. I guarantee you that every single one of them would prefer a solution to the endless traffic jam. But the current crop of solutions; shitty bus service, carpooling, subways and whatnot. They don’t make the cut. You want people to get out of their cars? Then whatever the solution is, it better blow the doors off the convenience that a single-driver car provides. That to me means gasoline at 5, 6 dollars a gallon and a shit ton of infrastructure. People have more significant issues than what might happen in a decade and how they can independently manage to relieve it. The solution needs to be a part of the system. They have rent due in 7 days. Fuck ten years from now. The heads of state need to deal with this and nobody wants to piss on the publics parade. Light rail, public trans? Yea, right. Let’s throw a pittance at it because it’s good for our city image, but we all know it just ain’t cool. There is more effort there to widen the freeways. Fuck public trans. I don’t want to sit next to someone who might murder me. Right? Right? My parents house is miles from anything other than other houses. There aren’t any fucking bike lanes on the street. Lame-O Spaghetti-O.
So lets hope that we get a president soon that can actually speak complete sentences and then perhaps by chance she’s into the good ol environment. Perhaps she’ll try to change things. Clean the air up a bit. Do you suspect that will go over very well? It wont. It’s a minority that believes it matters. It wont go over any better than Lincoln’s effort against slavery. That shit was a full blow civil war if you remember. From the confederates eyes, it was an attack on their way of life and a regression into hard work. Telling people to ride a bike or take the bus is the same fucking thing. This country has been bred on gasoline for over a century. You don’t legislate that to change. People have to want it and people don’t. In ten years, it’s only going to be uncomfortably hot. Just enough to make the conservative mind begin to think. And it’ll be too late.
Big blind government and corporations controlling the way this paradise is going to be taken down. I have no doubt that it will fall. Rome did. There is no reason that we wont. Give it fifty years. The glaciers will be long gone, the ice caps swallowed. What can we do at this point? I’ve been wondering about that. I don’t see much in the way of a solution. I ride because I like to ride. A bumper sticker isn’t going to influence a 63 year old woman to ride a bike even 5 miles to her job on a street with cars buzzing her at 50mph. The light rail there is a joke just like it is in other major hubs. Go ride the blue line (or whatever L.A. calls that shit) and you will get murdered. Then think about somewhere else, say…south of the border. Mexico has some hussle in the bigger cities and they couldn’t give two shits about pollution. Hermosillo is smogged to hell, Mazatlan, pulmonias…errata errata. What about South America. Brazil? Africa? It’s not only in our richie richland. The 3rd worlds want a piece of the pie as much as anyone. They’re not going to ‘all of a sudden’ become responsible for their impact. We have to lead on that.
I think that our kid will learn from Angie and I how to keep it real. How to keep it simple. Obviously, I don’t know what will be in store for her when she is old, but I fear that it will be less than what I have had, as with my fathers era. The 50’s may have been the peak of it all. I’m a pessimistic fuckwit, and I bet my money that she’s going to have hell to deal with. I think life will be harder than ever. It’s not bad now. Not at all. But it’s not the golden egg of opportunity it once was.
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