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Broodings on Possible Extinction

This is the first installment of a short series I’m calling Broodings on the End of the World.

Start: My wife is taking a nap, and I am at my computer in the relative quiet and I’m hearing the the whining of the wind in the eaves of the roof. We have reached triple digits (over 100 degrees Fahrenheit, or over 38 degrees for you Celsius folks) and between the wind and the heat, I’m flashing on imagery of being isolated and forgotten like some lone miner on a remote desert planet. It’s the kind of bleak moment that captures the forebodings of a grim future that have been nagging at me for about a year and a half now.

The Politics of Racial Suicide

As with my last post, it is not my intent to make this a political one, though there is probably no avoiding that side of it. I am not interested in discussion on who would have been a better president, because usually that sort of dialogue devolves into name-calling and trollery. Because of the bitter election race for the presidency, the revelations coming from outside sources about the inner workings of the Democratic party, the callous disregard for the rights of the impacted Native Americans literally trampled at Standing Rock over the Dakota Access Pipe Line (by both this Administration and the last one), and now the current Administration’s characterization of anthropogenic global warming as The Chinese Lie and gutting of the American bureaus that are best able to measure and help us understand it … given all these things, and that our fine president seems to insist on amusing himself with a game of nuclear chicken against the lunatic dictator of North Korea, it has been a challenge (at best) to see any hope in the future.

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Start: Just a quick note.

I live in Las Vegas (the real Las Vegas, not that cheap knock-off in New Mexico). It has been unseasonably cold the last week or so, and yesterday the higher end of the valley got some snow. This is pretty unusual (it happens maybe every five years or so) and it’s dominated the news.

(You’d think we were just some little hick town or something.)

Low and behold, it finally got down to our level.

Just getting started ...
Just getting started …

At about 3:00 PM it was a slushy mix about a quarter-inch deep down by the club house …


This poor palm must be mortally offended.
This poor palm must be mortally offended.

Unfortunately, most of the locals don’t seem to understand how to drive in this stuff.

What’s worse is that they don’t understand that they don’t understand how to drive in this stuff.

I’m grateful I didn’t have to drive anywhere today.


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