Large Fierce Mammal

“You’ve all probably noticed that there’s been a lot of talk about “climate change” in this year just winding down. If you missed it, or caught some of it but not enough to get the gist, essentially it appears “the world is coming to an end” again.

“This isn’t one of those bang and it’s over ends of the world like the Cold War going hot into nuclear Armageddon, the Y2K lights out as the last seconds of 1999 rolled into the first few of 2000, or the Mayan calendar running out in December 2012. This is one where even the Great Unwashed are not only blaming “Them” for the problem, but now demand “They” fix it. Or we’re all dead. Real soon.

“I don’t know a darker Dark Sentiment than an Armageddon that keeps getting offered up with all the reliability of an election year promise, and it sure is fun to watch. To draw a metaphor from porn, it resembles “edging” (look it up) leading to a “ruined orgasm” (look that one up too).

“Before the full on tearing of hair and rending of garments gets too noisy, none of this is to imply that these ecological concerns aren’t worthy of concern and intense scrutiny, and you’ll know that, if you spend enough time here.” ~ Dark Sentiments Season 10 — Day 7: You Wouldn’t Know the End of the World if it Bit You in the Ass

If anything can be done about what currently ails humanity, or what ails the planet because of humanity, it won’t ever be settled by politicians repeating the same behaviours while promising different outcomes. No world summits, overblown promises, hand wringing or pearl clutching will change that, and if that’s the only solution you can offer, give it up now as a lost cause. We’ll get back to this topic on some future nights, but meanwhile there’s this.

A Song of Destiny

By LFM

You Humans astound me,
I watch you around me,
And see how you weaken your herd.
Top rung on my ladder?
I think nothing’s sadder.
Extinction is merely deferred.

Your needs won’t be sated,
Your growth unabated,
This concern for “the climate’s” a lie.
And the hymns that you sing
Won’t be changing a thing,
Best to cease with pretending to try.

You “follow the science”
In blatant defiance
Of Truths that your ancestors knew.
The tool of my wrath is a beast on your path,
And it’s looking for something to chew.

It cares not who you name,
Or what “others” you blame,
Just as Asians don’t all taste the alike.
While hell bent on winning, all your factions are sinning,
And the prize is your head on a spike.

Don’t mistake that your sinner
Of choice is for dinner,
And things will be sorted by race.
You’re as loose balls of yarn,
Or the rats in the barn
And the Cat wants for something to chase.

Muslim, Christian, or Jew,
All the lobbyists too,
Face a consummate Hunter and Trapper.
The things that would skin you to get to what’s in you
Care nought for the hue of the wrapper.