Rants from a White House, that’s loaded with chaff,
Head-case head honcho, made one more YUGE gaffe,
Bigmouthed butthead, had misspoke,
Called us the butt of world’s joke,
When it’s at HIM, not U.S., they all laugh!
In the nearly half century since our very first, eye-opening Earth Day in 1970, the efforts we humans have taken towards saving our planet… saving our very lives… have been mere baby steps… i.e., insufficient to shallow out humankinds’ overall, deep, damaging carbon footprint.
And, as far as the new administration in DC is concerned… it is not concerned.
#45 and Scott Pruitt, his likeminded, malicious, handpicked Environmental Protection Agency stooge are both notorious climate change deniers, who are hell bent on greedily prioritizing currency’s green over naturally preserving chlorophyll’s green.
Instead of working diligently towards cleaning and greening the Earth, their negligence their premeditated outright, malfeasance can only serve to totally muck up our world. Ironic how politically peeing everything up can manage to take the “P” out of the EPA… and in the end… take out the Earth.
Well, Earth Day 2017 has now come and gone, but the frequent, freaky, ferocious weather strongly linked to climate change / global warming is here to stay. Admittedly, devastating hurricanes, tornados, wind-rain-snow-ice storms, lighting, flooding and droughts predate #45. Even so, it is his flat-out refusal to take any meaningful steps towards resolving this problem, which makes him a YUGE [sic] part of the problem. Stated more bluntly, some would brand him an environmental terrorist and all I can say is there’ll be no steps taken in this blog to refute such a claim.
In short, Mother Nature, who takes a dim view on all such dim “leaders”, is now fighting back… and… in the end… will win. If mankind won’t stand down, her attacking storms will intensify until she wipes us out… along with the very same, dirty, environmentally damaging technology that made our assault upon her possible.
My following true story comes straight from the frontlines of the Michigan battlefield…
Packing sustained wind speeds of 40 mph and gusts exceeding 6O mph, Mother Nature was certainly venting her anger. She had timed everything out, perfectly, so it would barrel down upon a vast area of North America on International Women’s Day Wednesday, March 8, 2017. And she did have good reason to be PO’d.
While far too many righties all across America would hotly deny it, manmade global warming / climate change was playing a major role in this threatening weather event. Meteorologist Mark Torregrossa likened these forces to a Category 2 Hurricane.
This past January’s political climate change in Washington, DC was not helping matters much, either. Indeed, now calling all the shots… stepping onto the world stage we could see #45, full of bluster and hot air, thoughtlessly and gleefully stomping his YUGE [sic] “Size 45”, carbon footprints all across our nation… all over our planet.
I’d have to concur with Torregrossa’s post storm assessment. While I’ve witnessed such destructive winds during my three score and two years, this had been associated with severe thunderstorms… the type usually occurring on sultry, sweltering summer days when clashing cold fronts spawn excessively strong gales… if not the actual tornados. But I could not recall ever experiencing such relentless, overpowering gusts on an otherwise sunshiny, March day… not even as a kite flying young boy. Yep, the tempest of 2017 was nothing like my windswept days of yore.
One needn’t have been clairvoyant to sense an imminent power outage… one that would render my natural gas fired furnace useless. Since it’d be far better to start out a late wintertime blackout with indoor temps of 70° vs. my usual, Spartan 58° Fahrenheit living conditions, it was time to become proactive. Starting around 10 a.m., with each successive heating cycle, I began gradually nudging my humble home’s thermostat upward by three degrees.
It was during my furnace’s second run that the power did go out… but, within mere minutes, it came back on. Had some power grid substation’s breaker “smartly” kicked in to isolate an adjacent circuit failure… thereby sparing me? Or had a soon-to-be, doomed-to-be downed power line simply, temporarily, arced back to reconnect?
Well, it was along about 3 p.m. when, all the sudden, my luck ran out. With an indoor temperature reading of 68° the power had failed once more. Would I be getting a second reprieve?
With each successive tick of my battery powered, quartz wall clock, inside… with each roaring wind gust, outside… where no restoration occurred, I began to feel that sinking feeling intensify and take root. That clock and wind were now the only sounds in town.
A quick inventory of my tech offered me some consolation. I could add my landline’s dial tone to my short list of familiar sounds. A rapidly fired off test text to my sister (to apprise her of my situation) and her reply meant the cell towers were still up and running, too. Of course, I already knew my laptop’s house current dependent modem would be dead as a doornail and my connection to the www would be severed for the duration.
With only about three hours of useful daylight remaining, I headed off to the kitchen to salvage whatever perishable refrigerated foods I could. Striking a match to ignite all four burners of my natural gas cooktop would not only allow me to cook but also keep my home warm. Shortly after cooking up a storm, I treated myself to a sit down, dining room table supper where I’d be gorging on ten… yep count ‘em… ten scrambled eggs sided with bacon and washed down with freshly brewed coffee. Within minutes, I had scarfed down quantities that would normally take me several weeks to consume. As for any other items that needed to stay cold, my car’s trunk had suddenly been upgraded into a makeshift refrigerator / freezer.
The changeover to Daylight Savings Time still being several days away, darkness descended far too soon requiring a flashlight to finish the kitchen cleanup. Fortunately, my no house current required, gas fired water heater could still supply all the hot water I needed.
A battery-powered radio tuned to my local NPR station, one that truly provides a valuable community service to its listeners, apprised us of the dire situation. Long news story short… of my state’s 10 million population, I was amongst the 1 million citizens cast into darkness by this massive power outage… one my energy provider later deemed the worst, most massive power failure in their 114-year history.
Conserving battery power being paramount, I soon silenced my radio. To entertain and cheer myself up a bit, I sat down at my piano in nearly total darkness. After locating “middle C”, I stuck to performing songs with “C” key signatures (those that didn’t require black key flats and sharps). As my playing got better, I added songs with “F”, “G” and “Bb” signatures… those with only minimal black keys in their scales. At that point I could truly appreciate the accomplishments of blind keyboard geniuses such as Stevie Wonder and the late Ray Charles… had a better sense of the obstacles these pianists had so completely and adeptly overcome.
After that? It was time to don my amateur astronomer cap and step outside. With such a vast area blacked out, viewing the night sky as Ma Nature had intended, was truly one of this outage’s brighter moments… darker moments. For a moment I had even considered hauling out my 90mm Refractor Telescope but several sudden wind gusts soon changed my mind. I could not risk such forces toppling and crashing it to the ground. And, as fate would have it, hours later… once the winds eventually did die down… that’s when the clouds promptly came rolling in.
With not much else to do after that, I turned in for the night. With my down parka serving as a makeshift pajama top and several extra blankets piled on, my own body heat had now become my auxiliary “furnace”. I did wind up getting several extra hours of sleep since there was little point of trying to cook my breakfast in the dark hours before daybreak.
Oatmeal, coffee, bread (untoasted) and jam were on the menu and once that meal was history I went out to my garage to retrieve most of the food from my car’s trunk. I’d need to rewrap certain items into individual portions because new weather forecasts were reporting that by the next nightfall, the temps would be dipping to the 15° F mark.
Well, 23 hours after the power failure had begun, just as I was texting my blackout update to my sister, the living room lamp came back on and I thanked my lucky stars that I had finally left the Dark Ages behind me. After waiting a few moments to be really sure this was over, I began plugging sensitive equipment back in and flipping circuit breaker panel switches back to their on positions. Getting my furnace roaring back to life was now top priority… the indoor temp had dropped from 68° to 57°.
Considering how it would take the power companies an additional eight days to fully restore electricity to all of their customers… and how there would be many subsequent nights where the temps would be bitter cold… dangerously cold… to have escaped all of that misery made me amongst the lucky few.
In the days that followed, while walking through my lifelong hometown, there was one ground zero battlefield, in particular, that was truly startling and thought provoking… a huge tree that had to have been over one hundred years old got toppled in one of the parks I frequent. In fact, it had crash-landed within mere feet of my favorite park bench… the spot where I normally sit to view the oncoming river… one of its major branches slightly denting the backrest.
I suspect that decades worth of acid rain, coupled with the unnatural, bright sodium and mercury vapor city street lights altered the way this tree grew… structurally weakening it until the windstorm could easily send it crashing to the ground.
This recent, humbling experience has once again reminded me of Mother Nature’s resounding message / wake up call… namely that we humans had better clean up our act before it’s too late. We need to be taking environmentally sound giant steps forward but that would require sound minded leadership and good stewardship of our planet… and… I ask… does that sound anything even remotely like an apt description of #45?
Yesterday, while doing my weekly yard work (more specifically trimming my hedge), I was amazed by how fast it had grown. More to the point, it had grown totally wild. I’d say, in that past seven-day timeframe, I had wound up with more than two weeks worth of cuttings to compost.
Now, one of the things about performing such humdrum tasks is how they allow one plenty of time to think about more important things. And my thoughts did turn to greenhouse gases… how humankind has upset the natural order of things… how the overabundance of Carbon Dioxide (a key ingredient in photosynthesis) is the likely culprit for my hedge doing so “well”.
By now some of you may be asking, “Is not a hedge that’s thriving a good thing?” Ordinarily… I’d tend to agree… but…
I did need to run my trimmer a lot longer than normal… which burned up more of my time… burned up more electricity… burned up more natural gas and/or coal to generate that electricity… which added more heat and Carbon Dioxide to the atmosphere… which, in time, will cause my hedge and other plant life to grow even faster… and…
As for what happens next? Just reread that above paragraph several dozen times. Or, to save us all some time let’s just call it what it is, a “runaway vicious cycle”, and then move on.
And speaking of moving on… a warmer planet also means a moving northward, more habitable zone for mosquitoes… more specifically the Zika virus carrying variety. Similar pests also cause a swarm of other diseases as well. Humankind’s pollution has depleted our Ozone layer, too… meaning more sunburns and skin cancers.
In the typical problem-solving mode, science can usually come up with quick fix solutions to our problems… literal chemical solutions… such as mosquito repellent and sunscreen. The problem with these lotions / potions is they get applied to the skin… and then what?
As we know, one of the methods for human beings taking their medicines is “The Transdermal Patch”… these externally applied, little “miracle workers” do everything from delivering nicotine to supplying female birth control hormones.
It’s fair to say that if nicotine and estrogen/progesterone can work their way from the outside in… the same thing happens with mosquito repellent and sunscreen.
At the risk of repeating myself… and then what?
Remember, especially in the spring/summer months we are slathering on these chemicals on a daily basis. So… can human physiology totally eliminate them? Or do these questionable concoctions get stored / accumulate within our bodies… oh… say… forever? Are any of them carcinogenic? What about the other long-term deleterious effects? What about chemical interactions between repellents and sun blocks?
I’m not suggesting that we quit using these solutions… that, in itself, would be health and life threatening. All I am saying is we need to come up with real solutions that treat the root cause of what these temporary “solutions”, at present, are “fixing”. To get out of that quick “fix” we must first permanently fix the environment.
At the heart of our health problems is our need for less CO2 and more O3. Until we restore these Carbon Dioxide and Ozone levels to normal, we cannot lead normal, less chemically toxic lives.
To accomplish that, first and foremost, we must stop electing “leaders” who deny that our environment is in ruins… deny the existence of climate change / global warming… “leaders” who are hedged in by a limited education.
Hell, my own hedge “knows” more about what’s actually going on than they do!
Pale blue dot,
You are all we’ve got,
You ARE our only shot,
In our time, which you allot,
We beat you to a blot,
Be we grownup, teen or tot,
Humankind’s a sorry lot!
Pale blue dot,
During mortal folks’ time slot,
Against you we do plot,
Greenhouse gas has made you hot,
Fracking always HITS the spot,
The wounds we’ve caused won’t clot,
Our actions noble? NOT!
Dot pale blue,
The life force, you can’t imbue,
Laws of nature, now unglue,
Can’t we see your sickly hue?
Left ignored; problems accrue,
But we prodigals miss your cue,
We’ll be forced back home, it’s true!
Dot pale blue,
We do not heed your clue,
Venerate the smokestack flue,
Mutate the double helix queue,
Frustrate escape’s avenue,
There’ll come the day we rue.
Our accounts are all past due!
Blue dot pale,
Absent sweet scents; rose, hay bale,
Your food / water rank; air stale,
Unfit to eat, drink and inhale,
Not fit for eagle, man and whale,
Warning signs now on grand scale,
Freakish floods, snows, rains and gale!
Blue dot pale,
You writhe; are far from hale,
Do we stand on hill or dale?
On pinnacle or in swale?
On solid ground? Soft shale?
How do you end your tale?
With a whole schmear must go sale?