Hot

It's hot and sticky, just hot and sticky. I can't sleep. I'm liking summer less and less and we haven't got into the full detrimental effects of global warming yet, they are to come. It's going to be putrid.

We're never going to sleep again. The whole world population will be climate change insomniacs, too hot in the summer, lying in pools of their own sweat, to wet to sleep, and iced over in the winter with their teeth chattering too much to slumber.

Melbourne is really humid now, where once it never was. Never! It used to be dry heat in olde Melbourne Town. Hot, but dry. It used to cool down at night, so you'd at least feel a hint of a night time chill in the air to aid your snooze, even if it was only a hint, at some time after night having turned to morning. But not anymore. No siree Bob!

I wish I had more pot. I guess that's not the answer. Oh, why isn’t it. Just dumb myself down enough so as not to notice the weather at all. Knock yourself out. It’s a plan.

We're all going to have to move to Tasmania and cohabitate with all the two headed, cousin fucking, island freaks, trying not to stare.

What is it they say about cousins? Incest is best. How many guys have I met over the years who say their first sexual experience was with their cousin? Oh, too many to count. Well, at least it is now legal to diddle your cousin down in Van Diemen's Land, that has to count for…

Oh, yes, boy & girl cousins marrying, oh yes, that’s it isn’t it? Not boy cousins, where is my head? They marry their cousins and have two-headed babies because of the shallowness of the gene pool. Yes.

“I’d like to introduce me wife Ellie-May.”

“Thank you, Bobby-Joe, thank you for the luvly introductiony.”

Bobby-Joe drags his knuckles across the floor backwards and forwards as he grunts in appreciation.

Ha ha, ho ho, nothing wrong with it as long as they don’t come and live next door to me with their 12 fingered son, and their 3 breasted daughter.

But, I digress. Unless we start taking climate change seriously, we are all going to, ah, er, well? Die. It is that simple we are already feeling the effects of it now in our weather, with humid Melbourne, come on people let’s do something about it before we are no longer able to do something about it.

So? What do you think is going to happen? Dystopian hellscape, because we don’t learn and we can’t quite over come our greed? We spend the rest of eternity wandering the vast desert landscapes as we have destroyed the once unique blue planet. You know where the Tasmanian inbred habit of pissing on each other comes into use for liquids to eek of a decimated existence on the vast dried up crust of our world.

Or, do we tell conservatives to go to hell with their ideas of wealth capitalism and we build a self sustaining lifestyle for everyone to benefit by, rich and poor?

So, which do you think is our future? Take everyone to a bright new future, or die, most likely, a horrible, suffocating death? Not trying to be too much of a downer, but seriously people, if you are not going to listen to scientists…

Well, you know, I know which outcome I suspect will happen. Sad Face. Human beings are really, really smart most of the time, but then they can be as dumb as a box of rocks, seriously they can. And it is usually all tied up with their one gigantic flaw. Greed.

“It’s hot, isn’t it.”

“Yes, it is hot.”

“Unseasonably hot?”

“Oh, yes, it is, isn’t it.”

“The weather is changing?”

“Oh, no, it’s not. It’s always been changeable.”

“Do you think?”

“Oh yes, of course.”

“You vote conservative, don’t you?”

“Yes, how did you know?”

“Oh, just a hunch.”