A hurricane is a blowin’
The winds of change have been blowing hard around this spinning old globe of ours lately and it’s leaving me vexed. Yes, vexed. I just wanted to use that word. It’s an old and respectable word.
What’s old but distinctly not respectable in this new world being scoured by the winds of change is Donald Trump. We expect a certain amount of dishonesty and skullduggery from our politicians but Trump has taken this to new heights. The foul breeze emanating from the obscene smokestack of his soul is breath-taking, er - deplorable.
At least it’s being mitigated by the sweet fragrance of cannabis, the possession of which will no longer land you in jail. Why this innocent weed was ever under the scrutiny of our justice system is beyond me, but hey, for once, more reasonable “heads” have prevailed. Either that, or the smell of easy profit has lured the once sober senators of our country to vote for its legalization.
Not quite on topic but did you know that not only the winds, but the tides are changing? This is apparently more important than it sounds and not just because surfers and sailboarders may accidentally turn up on the wrong coast. The Pacific Ocean has turned into a giant toilet bowl of ocean waste, mostly plastic, but unlike a toilet it has nowhere to go except around and around, a great vortex waiting for some giant plug to be pulled or plunger to be flushed. Yuck, I’m gonna think about my new iPhone instead.
If someone could, remind me again what life was like before iPhones please. Please?! I vaguely remember having a box-like machine with a tape in it that recorded my telephone messages. And a sorta banana-shaped item with a kind of fun curly cord attached to it that I talked into. I can’t remember if it ever spoke back to me. I do know that I never once took any of it across the street in traffic with my eyes glued to it.
For the longest time evolution moved oh so slowly, glacially in fact, speaking of which the glaciers I saw as a kid above my head here in Whistler are receding faster than a cold beer on a hot day. Anyway, where it used to take millions of years for a species to evolve into a new form it only takes a day or two now to evolve a perfectly good goldfish into a perfectly purple specimen, which begs the question: is it still a goldfish? Or does that make it a purplefish or a purple-goldfish? Genesplicing is fun!
Too much change too fast - help! It might be time for a good old biblical wind to blow out all the carbon, the garbage and all the other crap we’ve been tossing out willy-nilly like a three-year-old discovering a roll of toilet paper for the first time. We’re kinda pushing our luck and a good old cleanse is coming our way.
We got a flood in Noah’s time, we’ve done the plague of locusts, there’s the fire below being staged by Satan’s real estate team. The winds of change are about to turn into a hurricane. ~