I suppose I shouldn’t be too hard on myself.
I ran a workshop after all, and am about to jump into an 8.5 hour shift while taking care of a toddler so it’s no wonder I’m tired today.
It’s one of those days when I can’t, for the life of me, conjure words from the ether. This fountain of inspiration is just a tepid pond, that harbours no movement, just algae-filled rocks slowly creeping on the surface, turning the murky water bright green.
Last night I watched a Netflix documentary about how the United States controlled the narrative on global warming back in 1992’s Rio Earth Summit, to the point that it created a bipartisan issue – of whether or not scientists were overreacting about this “greenhouse effect”. The documentary was titled, “The White House Effect”. Umm…the prognosis is not good, my friends. The outcome is looking bleak.
The more I learn about the world, the more I understand that absolutely everything is for sale – including lives, the future, science. Everyone’s reality can be shifted at an agreeable cost.
It is hard for me to understand that future of Palestine, the future of our planet, lies on the hands of a complete and utter mad man, who is so temperamental that he backed out on an entire genocide because his ally bombed the country who gifted him a jetliner. Everything is so dependent on his moods, on his shifting perspective of who is with him and who is against him.
Tomorrow decides the rest of our lives.
Best of luck to America.
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