Too lazy to copy and paste the text. Here’s the link to the New Yorker humour article:
http://www.newyorker.com/humor/daily-shouts/im-considering-moving-to-la-now-that-nyc-is-underwater
Too lazy to copy and paste the text. Here’s the link to the New Yorker humour article:
http://www.newyorker.com/humor/daily-shouts/im-considering-moving-to-la-now-that-nyc-is-underwater
Many data points to ponder, wondering if they connect at all, in no particular order:
*Language is as much a technology as the logical combination of ones and zeroes that create this WYSIWYG user interface on the Internet.
Listening to the cries of my people, I hear them bemoan the loss of coal mining jobs they blame on U.S. President Obama while watching his cronies — Tiger Woods, LeBron James, Jay Z, BeyoncĂ©, Al Gore, etc. — live lavish lives. I can hardly blame U.S. Representative Mo Brooks for speaking to his constituents and saying that Democrats are demonizing white people because perception is reality.
By adopting the conservative thought patterns of my parents and their friends, the feeling of being persecuted by the media is easy to let pass through my visage while watching my elderly cat slowly fade away.
I feel unloved, wanting revenge against death itself but have no relaxing outlet like Netanyahu has Palestinians to slaughter at his leisure.
In moments like this, my internal ugliness, the Berserker of my Viking heirs, picks up this electronic pen and stabs the pages with hateful words.
If celebrities, politicians and captains of industry want to splurge on luxury homes, yachts and multimillion-dollar weddings, then I say let’s party till the house of a planet burns down and return this planet to the blue-green algae again.
Eat, drink and be merry for surely tomorrow more than one of us seven-plus billion will die!
Time for grumpy man to appear.
I’m of mixed opinion here. As much as I enjoy reading various authors’ work, I care a little bit about our species’ contribution to climate change (formerly known as global warming, not Prince) but if the authors who have kids are going to burn fossil fuel for frivolous holidays, then I say let Rome burn — if they don’t care about their children’s future, why should I?
How many people talk about caring for the environment while eating plastic food, getting plastic surgery, and driving plastic cars but putting a few plastic bottles on the curb for recycling each week like trying to stop a tsunami with a pitchfork?
Okay, grumpy man stump speech is over.
Might be time to go see one of them talkie moving picture shows to let my back heal from too much heavy lifting while recycling reclaimed lumber.
Best you pray for a giant volcano eruption to cool the planet for a few decades, eh?