By David Glenn Cox
Historians, futurists, writers, and others in the affiliated trades, have been predicting the end of the world since the invention of the crossbow. There are three kinds of popular “end of the world” scenarios. In the first, a large meteor strikes the Yucatan peninsula, and all the world’s dinosaurs go out in a blaze of glory. In the second, the world doesn’t physically end; it just sort of stagnates, until it crumbles. Cities unable to repair infrastructure, cities over filled with poor people. In the third scenario, you inadvertently step in front of a bus. So, technically the world doesn’t end, but you do so same difference. The stagnation doesn’t start downtown, it comes from the hinterlands by the border. And everyone crossing that border carries a message from out on the frontier. See if you can guess what it is.
Why oh why, would they risk their lives and the lives of their children? To walk thousands of miles across burning deserts, in a jungle of thieves and cut throats, looking for the sea of tranquility? The migrants washing up in Europe, despite the language barrier, carry the same message. The pond is getting smaller and new fish are moving in.
“The white man knows how to make everything, but he does not know how to distribute it.”
― Tȟatȟáŋka Íyotak, AKA Sitting Bull
In a society based on growth and exploitation, sooner or later you hit the brick wall. The last BMW sold or Snickers bar or laundry detergent. The ever-expanding universe solidifies and begins to shrivel and dry out. The value added is only added exploitation. “Alright, if you won’t make my flip-flops for twenty cents an hour…I’ll find someone else who will! You’re not the only third world peasants around here, you know! I have friends on this planet. You’ll never work in this world again!” In the race to the bottom, the Eagle has landed.
Julius Ceasar looked across the English Channel and saw 100,000 people. England, Scotland, and Wales. Three million natives roamed the North American Continent, from the Arctic Circle to the Yucatan. It almost seems comical today. This huge planet with only this tiny, little speck of humanity and all our megalopolises of our day. Cities that go on forever, filling with those left behind in the backwaters of Capitalism’s promise. Homes constructed of garbage and waste products from the prosperity once offered. Only the North Koreans are happy, and only because, that’s an order!
72% of Americans now believe climate change is real. I wonder about the age breakdown. It’s easier to believe in climate change, if you have lived long enough to see it change for yourself. Ever expanding wildfires brought about by prolonged drought. (Ding Dong) Climate Change calling. In Siberia (Think about how far North this is.) there is a wildfire event going on, bigger than all the other wildfires on the planet Earth put together. The bad news is, they don’t have a fire department or fire equipment to put the fire out. But, because there are no roads by which to reach the fire anyway, it’s kind of a wash. It’s on you Sergi, good luck! As the fire burns through remote Siberian villages, pumping out carbon into the atmosphere like Chinese Steel mill complex or the Canadian Tar Sands project.
It is expected that winter snows will extinguish the blaze, that is, if the snows come. The Biden Administration has been criticized for oil and gas leases. The left hand is green, but the right hand is covered in oil and political cash. Unwilling to accept the truth, the junkie says, “it’s not a problem. I can stop anytime I want.” That’s why, by 2035. I plan to be completely 90% off heroin!
The word for today childrens is today. Things we are going to do…today! Not things that we are going to do in ten or fifteen years from now. You’re not fooling me; I was promised an atomic lawnmower back in 1980! See any atomic lawnmowers at the Home Depot? I’m gonna give all my readers $20.00, hit me up in 2035 or so, and I’ll pay you! (Offer not valid, above the surface of the Earth or in Tennessee)
I have this sneaking suspicion based in a cynical nature, that the fucked-up weather of today, is but a foretaste. I suspect, there is a lag time in the weather cycle. We’re paying for the disco parties, cocaine usage and tail pipe exhaust from my 1987 Ford Tempo today. The really impressive stuff shouldn’t be along for another decade or so. We’ve not reached peak hurricane season yet, and the weather map of the Caribbean, looks like the airport traffic pattern at Atlanta Hartsfield. “This one is headed for the East Coast and this one is headed for Louisiana or Florida. This one is just forming in the ocean, just a little baby. Isn’t he cute?” There are 26 letters in the alphabet, and we’ve already used nine of them naming hurricanes this year. Before long, Hurricane Zebulon, gathers strength in the Gulf!
The learned of the Dark Ages, named the period the Dark Ages themselves. It wasn’t named retroactively, looking over our shoulder at all the dumbasses. They saw the Roman roads and bridges and knew they could not recreate them. Anyone been back to the moon lately? One of these days, the wicked witch is going to fly over OZ trailing smoke behind her. “Surrender Dorothy! Your technology won’t save you!” The world isn’t a Disney Pixar film, there are no happy endings guaranteed. We may have to shoot Old Yeller after all.
Futurists predict the world might stumble. It wouldn’t be in the news, CNN Breaking News! World Ends Saturday, stores to stay open late for your End of the World shopping needs!” Just a gradual ebbing of the tide. Napoleon’s retreat from the gates of Moscow in danger of becoming a rout. Seeing strange things, things like you’ve never seen before. There ain’t no water where there used ta be water. A Fact: thirsty people won’t stay home. A 1950s science fiction thriller, as the evil scientist empties out all the fresh water from behind the world’s reservoirs. Gargantuan concrete structures now devoid of any moisture. Sphinxes and monuments to humankinds’ innate cleverness and problem-solving skills. At least, till it stopped raining.
“It is a law of nature we overlook, that intellectual versatility is the compensation for change, danger, and trouble. An animal perfectly in harmony with its environment is a perfect mechanism. Nature never appeals to intelligence until habit and instinct are useless. There is no intelligence where there is no change and no need of change. Only those animals partake of intelligence that have a huge variety of needs and dangers.”
― H.G. Wells