The winds of change certainly seem rather still, don’t they? Actually more like blowing in the other direction, or sucking in instead of blowing out.
When I see a headline about Obama ordering air strikes I just can’t help wonder—um hello— we’re still fighting all over this world in 2014? No one’s immune, no one’s better. Everyone’s doing it. I just have a little trouble thinking that humans are the most evolved species.
Shouldn’t we be done?
I am so naive, here’s my logic: what if you took all the brain power that’s being used strategizing, executing, and cleaning up after fighting and put it to a different use for, say, I don’t know, Scrabble? Of course there’s more important things like world peace, but I don’t want to suggest an entire one hundred and eighty degree shift overnight. Let’s start slow and just play Scrabble. It will use critical thinking and still involve something of a “battle.” After all, you can’t play Scrabble alone.
And then while all the world leaders are playing Scrabble, we grab up all the scientists that work on the technology of war and bring them over to another lab where they work on the growing global warming problem. It’s the magician in me—look at the left hand waving about while the right does the dirty work.
I guess that’s the other thing that’s too much in me—magic. The kid that loves Willy Wonka doesn’t understand why the world isn’t a nicer place yet. But the adult in me is a big fan of Wallace Wattle’s writing who says “the world is just as it should be, becoming greater.”
I just wonder when.
“I said I’m busy.”
“I’M—oh hey J.C.”
“I told you not to call me that. Freddie, put away the magnifying glass, your global warming joke has gone too far.”
It must really be tough to be a kid today, especially one that lives in the Midwest. I thought understanding the three branches of government was difficult, but imagine being taught about the dangers of global warming when it was 17 degrees below zero when you woke up?
How a young mind must be confused being told that the polar ice caps are melting when your boogers are frozen. How you hear that the sea levels are rising and you won’t be in a swimming pool for a long time. How hard it must be to fathom that the oxygen level is depleting when you can see your breath for a mile and a half!
I picture my grandmother if I was a teenager now. And I mean the kind of a teenager who learns just enough to be very passionate, mostly obnoxious, about a subject like global warming, and how she’d have a field day when it was so cold like it is right now. “HA!” she’d say about how I told her that her hair spray that kept that beehive Bride of Frankenstein-shaped hairdo nested on top of her head was the culprit of global warming. “HA!” she would say that I accused her of contributing to the damaging gases floating into our ozone because her Galaxie 500 car muffler was held together by duct tape. “HA!” she would say even though I hadn’t said anything more but she was always drinking Dewar’s and drunks aren’t really paying attention to the conversation as much as needing to make a point.
No the older generation would have had a field day with this kind of day mumbling Al Gore should have never won an Oscar, science is stupid and how they walked ten miles in the snow to school. And the poor, confused kid would just say “I want to walk to school Grandpa but the schools are closed.”
It’s been really cold here in Southern California. Well, cold for here as it dips into the 30s at night. Even though you may think that’s nothing depending on where you live, and after having spent the majority of my life with that being warm weather in the winter I understand, it’s still off.
The whole year’s been off. I visited Chicago last March and it was in the 80s the entire time I was there, not just a day or two. Again, off. So what is it, is it global warming or is it just simply that’s how it went down?
Everyone instantly blames a variance that is not normal on global warming. But that variance is only based on their lifetime. You can look back in history and you’ll find a similar occurrence. You’ll find a ridiculously warm or cold day. Or month. Or even a year. Yet we seem to want to instantly blame some corporation for ruining the atmosphere.
Now I’m not doubting that we’ve been very irresponsible. Let’s face it, we’re lazy. We’d rather use tons of packaging that must be unwrapped to reveal a small meal we can put in the microwave. Cause that cooking thing takes time. So we’re definitely responsible for the waste and usage of things that can impact the environment. I’m all there with our need to clean up our act. But how much of this is the chicken and the egg thing? Which one’s responsible each time?
You know our grandparents led to the invention of the microwave and Tupperware and all the packaging that makes for waste. They did it to make it easier on their kids, to make life more convenient. They didn’t do it to cause waste, that wasn’t part of the plan. But now we know better and have to do what we can for our kids to stop wasting so much. It’s just logic. No need to complain, just figure out ways to stop wasting so much, stop so many chemicals, and don’t make the sun so mad.
Then maybe it’ll be 70 here again the way it’s supposed to be. Or maybe that’s just the way the sun wanted it.