Reckless Derangement: The World Feeds on President Plump's Greed .

President Plump kin do no wrong.

Today I read this headline that, as all of them relating to this particular subject, doesn't quite understand the problem:

 "we’re not fixing climate change".

Fixing it!? 

Are you (expletive) kidding me? Fixing it? Did you really say that?

The "leader" of the free (whatever that means when we're all of us, everyone, subject to the ongoing disaster caused by a purblind insanity) world insists in the face of the science he rejects, but knows to be true, that data that has been accumulated and used to draw conclusions from, by the very scientists that President Plump is counting on to draw up his fantasy of a "Space Force", an idea out of the mind of a teenage boy enamored of Tom Swift novels, should be looked on as nothing but a really really funny "punked" episode. Thus we'll all chuckle in hindsight at our own gullible selves for putting stock in such an obvious hoax. But like his bogus "Birther" rhetoric, his largely unchallenged characterization as a hoax of the geoengineering of the planet the continued use of fossil fuel amounts to as it transforms our world into an orb of chaos has nothing to do with his actual belief, and everything to do with using distraction and showboating to ensure that sand is thrown in the cogs of the machine he prefers to divert to the sole occupation of insuring his legacy of failure. Failure on no less grand a scale than Nero's or - are  you ready for it? - Adi Schicklegruber's.

Not that he's going to single out any ethnic or religious group for extermination. He knows that's just not necessary, and so last century. Wholesale destruction on a global scale has not been undertaken by any other leader in the history of the world, and that is what our Plump chief executive plans to have for his legacy. A landscape devoid of hope. A lifeless desert. Humanity nailed to a cross of despair. Hail the Architeuton.

We all know this.

We all see it play out right in front of our eyes.

So what do we come up with ?

How do we object?

With what strenuous protests do we voice our resistance?

By whining that, "we’re not fixing climate change".

By calling for a "Green New Deal" as though it's just a matter of flipping a switch, passing laws banning plastic straws even as we construct more petrochemical plants in two years than in the last twenty, sinking borrowed investment dollars into creating enormous chemical-manufacturing sites larger than many of our own municipalities, and which that can, and quite regularly do, blow up in our faces.

We're not "not fixing climate change", we are instead quite consciously, maniacally, with heedlessness and aforethought, creating a future only a world gone mad would sanction; deliberately stoking the flames of a dragon that is breathing its hellish exhalations right into our face, up our ass, and down our throat while we squabble about well, anything really, as long as it'll keep us from talking about, you know, "that". As long as it'll let us whimper that,

"But gee, President Plump, what are we gonna do about climate change, sir?"

As he laughs in your face and points to the state of Texas and its fracking industry that is so extensive, its pipeline infrastructure so convoluted, it looks more like a mining operation on Dune than anything terrestrial:

"THAT'S what we're doing about it",

as he pivots to California, and points to its own fracturing earth diggers in the middle of earthquake country together with its geothermal industry that pumps enormous quantities of pressurized water into the ground to create tens of thousands of micro earthquakes to generate electricity, not for Industry, but for entitled leisure so profound the entire thrust of the Silicon Valley's brain drain is to convince its people their lives should be effortless :

"THAT's what we're doing about it",

 as he then pirouettes and points his pinkie toward the suicide capital of the world, North Dakota, where Bakken pertoleurs are intent on despoiling everything that moves to keep our machines on the move,

"THAT's what we're doing about it."

Bringing you the future: Not with sissy sedans, those are so old-school. No, with out-sized behemoths you need a ladder to climb into. But you need never worry about running out of fuel to quench their voracious thirst, because we, America, have only one thing as a Nation that we can agree on, so have decided that our magic car-pets are the vehicles we plan to fly into the future by the seat of our pants in, purposely neglecting everything else that humankind once held dear: Family, home, friends, community, all willingly sacrificed for our Freedom; our atomized, egoistic, free-floating molecules of Freedom, careening wildly, caroming off one another with nary a reaction, never an  atom of co-operation or brotherhood, with never a word about how WE are destroying the earth's life-supporting capabilities, (No darling, we're NOT destroying the planet, that's just one of our simple-minded phrases to help us pretend we're not actively destroying ourselves, not each individually doing our part to effect the Final Solution ... but we are ... You are).

Today's NYT: "Underlying the opposition to a bill allowing extraditions to mainland China is public dissatisfaction with a political system that leaves many people feeling shut out."

Feeling shut out?

Hello?! You ARE shut out. But democracy won't exactly let you in. Have you seen what the US military can, and does, do?

Have you once bothered to checkout the Permian basin on Google-earth; scoped the deadman's zone of California's grapevine and Bakersfield desert, examined the desultory results of the fracked landscapes of No Dakota left treeless and naked once drained of their last drop of petrol, their methane seeps leaking an unreaped bounty of greenhouse gases into the air? With Madness on this scale, one that is backed up by armed forces the likes of which have never existed in all of mankind's history, one that is chomping at the bit to unleash its righteous fury, why, oh why, dear fellow fly caught in this World-Wide-Web of sticky lies stitched together like flimsy-appearing, strong-as-steel threads of graphene, do you think being shut in is any better?

Yet,  paradoxically, WE are not the solution, we are the problem. It is to deliver to us that most coveted of human aspirations, loneliness, that the economic system and the military that runs it, the democratic forms we so cherish and the environment from which we wrest it, demand promises of prosperity that convince us that the reality of our own doom is but a mirage. Taking the place of a childish imaginary immortality that even the most faithful merely pay lip-service to, we have opted for the more tangible fruit of caged, effortless sponge-bob square-pants hapless luxuriance, our every desire foreseen, our debauched fantasies delivered by spying drones or transmitted via electronic beams to our monitored, eavesdropped-on pods of pleasure. Lying back in the plush cushions and musing, during the few minutes of commercial interruption, that, by golly,

"we’re not fixing climate change."

(Yawwwwwn accompanied by a luxuriously delicious cat-like strrrreeeeetttcchhh).

Gee. Maybe we better get right on it.

Right ... maybe mañana.