Too busy to worry about the end of the world right now Oct. 21, 1985

  

Another minor earthquake here – if you can call an earthquake minor.

I didn’t feel this one either but am surprised by the number of them occurring across the globe.

Crazy Tony is out telling everybody this is the return of Jesus Christ, and we’d better save our souls (soles?) while we still can.

Maybe Mother Earth is really God, and she is telling us something, reveling in her power, angry over how we petty human beings have abused her.

I don’t take any of Pauly’s climate crap seriously. Yet, I’m spiritual enough and intelligent enough to know human kind isn’t the most intelligent species on this planet.

I have my own abusive habits to contend with, coming and going, keeping faith with me and my shadow.

Reading history depresses me because it shows how we keep making the same mistakes over and over from Alexander Hamilton to Ronald Reagan, license to exploit and be exploited, and the so-called do-gooders are no better. They just hide it behind some noble cause, thieving without shame while claiming they are doing it to benefit humanity, when they are only benefiting themselves. At least Reagan is honest about his greed.

How can people be so stupid as to not see this crock for the crock of shit it is?

The worst part is that it is global, instead of local. I listened to Farrakhan the other day and realized what a racist bastard he is, while he calls other people racist.

People who preach good and practice bad are far worse than those who openly do bad.

 The former hides behind respectability, while the ladder does not. But there are always clues, slips of tongue, a stench that reveals the beast as a beast – if only people would wake up and stop thinking they are smelling roses.

The people on the radio talking about a fault line that runs right down the middle of Manhattan and a decent (or indecent) quake could bring down the twin towers. I have mixed feelings in regard to that symbol of greed. While it stands as testimony to nearly everything, I find disgusting, many of those who work there are desperate to crawl up the latter of success, starting on the bottom floors. Why would I want to deny them their opportunity, even if I think they are deluded for pursuing it?

Do we really want to see our part of the planet struck with the horrors we recently saw in Mexico, all the pain and suffering, mostly done on the backs of the people who least deserve it?

Pauly talks about Hurricane Gloria as if we caused it, one more silly delusion by a person who secretly aches for disasters to happen so he can say, “I told you so.”

He fortunately got out of Passaic weeks before the fire struck here so he never had to live up close to real impending disaster or feel the dread as the balls of flame made their way towards us, one painful house at a time.

So, what would happen if the world should suddenly change tomorrow, and all the horrible things people predict really occurred? What if a series of quakes bring down on our heads all those things we associated with civilizations, Noah’s floods rise up and overwhelm all those rich people living in all those condos with views of the Manhattan skyline?

Life would soon revert to the most basic, forcing us to get back to determining what is really important and what we can live without?

Would it really matter if California falls into the ocean on the West Coast or we lose the waterfront poor people can no longer access because all the wealthy live there now?

What will be immune? Who is in a position to survive?

Regardless of what Lou says about Christ or Pauly about the climate, life will go on, we will adapt, we will learn to survive as we always have, maybe without California or New York. But then, who cares?

 

 

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