Monday, March 07, 2022

Look at me


Oh, please look at me, my love
Here I am
Oh, my love...

Its goddamn March 7, 2022 and fuck. fuck. this world.
Messing with fonts. trying to find the right one. nope
i just like the name of this one. But highly legible text, good for short-sighted people like myself. 
 Oh my love. 
John Lennon. What would he have to say about today? 
I feel we are at that time, the time, when crucial and necessary actions must be taken-to stop global warming, to end war in Ukraine, to end war, to move away from fossil fuels (Russia ain't shit without natural gas), to save democracy, to stop the banning of books and the fine tuning of history, to create something better for the future generations, to plant many trees of many kinds whose shade we shall not enjoy. I freely admit one of the many considerations and thoughts that went into my ultimate no decision-no to children, was that the planet is screwed and I have yet to be impressed by any government's action to face the facts of climate change and let's not talk about the various meetings over the years Kyoto, Paris, Glasgow, where the whole lot of them were supposed to make some hard decisions and lead and jaysus it never happened.  So how could I bring a child onto a dying planet? Raise them, do all that, and then say sorry about the mess we've made, I'm going to be gone before it gets really bad and peace out.
Yes so individual action. But while recycling and composting and minimizing waste and reusing is all fabulous me recycling ain't going to do shit if we keep building gas and oil pipelines like they are renewable sources of energy that are not going to dry up within the next century.  Use this instance to hobble Russia, actively invest funds in building renewable energy sources and thus freedom from Russia.