If you are looking for something deep, don't bother reading this post... which is dedicated to my DueNorth Traction Aids*. The conditions those bad boys carried me through tonight deserve a thorough love-rant. Here's how the story goes:
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I recently attended a lecture by Gwynne Dyer, entitled, "Climate Change: How to avoid the much worse planet." I won't claim to know much about Gwynne except for having read most of his Climate Wars (before school forced me to put it on hold). In fact, I have a feeling that I'd probably love the guy. At the end of the day, we're both trying to get to the same 'happily ever after.' Therefore, I'm reluctant to direct my frustration toward him, so much as the tactic he employed while addressing our audience. That said, his presentation upset me deeply and I regret that he'll be spreading this gospel across the country.
As our climate situation grows more urgent daily and national governments are still asleep at the wheel, I expect to hear more voices like Mr. Dyer's rising in alarm. Yes, we are running out of time; yes, things are much worse than they are often portrayed to be in popular discourse - but for the sake of us all, I hope that the messengers of this information are tactful. There is a time and a place for merciless despair, for a moment of utter fear and resignation to the realities of climate change and our apparent political deadlock. That time and place is alone in your living room with a glass of scotch and Tom Waits. After which, you have to roll up your sleeves and (dare I say it?) create the world we need or go down fighting.