A/C DC: Solar Panels: The Lost Generation.

Fires started by the remnants of two East Pacific hurricanes, Faustus and Genevieve, vie for news coverage with the one-two punch of Atlantic hurricanes Marco and Laura spinning on the other side of the country while the RNC waxes eloquently about the state of an economic landscape cratered by its candidate's denial of reality. Both Texas and California, the States with the largest populations of the country, containing close to a full 25% of the country's inhabitants, are the foci of these ongoing weather-related disasters.

    

                                                    Fire in the Hole: The Mentally Handicapped

                                                           Conventional Whiz-dom

One's red, the other's blue, their twin catastrophe's long overdue.

Driven by a climate obsessive driving created 

The resultant whirlwind was by ourselves fated. 

So as the rancor morphs from name-calling to bile

The main driver remains delusional mass denial.

As one coast is battered by devastating lightening

Smoke and fires that become ever more frightening

The other battens down for yet another deluge

Amid a Corona pandemic that leaves no place of refuge.

Yet not a whisper is heard, nary a single word uttered

About How we achieved this "Energy Independence".

It's never implied, inferred, nor stuttered,

Becoming "Saudi America" has imposed a Death Sentence.

But we still don't care; we never will see

That our adoption of greed as our number one goal

Has unloosed a beast, as nothing is free.

We should all thank our children, whose future we stole.

When Reagan ripped solar panels from the White House roof

He declared Morning in America, "We'll all get rich";  

A booming economy was the ultimate proof,

As for the future, "What do I care, bitch?"

I'll have long ago shed this mortal coil

By the time the earth's oceans are all aboil

Meanwhile we have cars and computers and aluminum foil

None of them possible without waves of oil.

So California ablaze, the Gulf States inundated,

Although inconvenient are a small price to pay

For a pool in the yard, our borders crenallated 

Our Markets all rigged, our feet made of clay.

Not a new foot of rail, nor mass transit construction

For this auto-nation. We need profits to tax

to pour into building arsenals of mass destruction

So should anyone object we can just drop the Ax.

The "New" Nationalism sports innumerable flags,

Festoons poles, backyards and traitor's lapel

Harking back to the thirties' Partietags;

The half-hidden swastika the surest Tell.

So whether kneeling on my neck or taking a knee

In the Home of the Brave and the Land of the Free

We tune up our voices Singing sea to rising sea,

 Me-me-me-me-me. Me-me-me-me-me.