What this essay's title means? Is throughout broader America, in Media, what the public's learned facing, of sorts, has evolved into an acceptance of having gone too far damaging the world and needing to modify vacations for less inconvenience. PETITION To Carve Sean Hannity's Place On Stone Mountain V Scumbags
Our indebtednesses to Gas Ran Economies, already ruined the planet. Not even a discussable equation during trips to malls, beaches and assorted activities. Previous essays cite hurricanes and storms evolving bigger, longer and more frequent. Observably stretching the hurricane season itself for the Gulf of Mexico/Atlantic Ocean side of the United States.
Overwhelmed, ya know. Power concentrated in everyone else is to blame, territorialist hands. Our United States of
America wrongly led accepting mediocrity in Transportation Systems. Brought the planet to its knees. Cars and trains should have always been bridged and tunneled anywhere near each other. Much less crossing. And we spill chemicals and insurance mops up. Monorails would be safer than 19th Century Rail Technology carrying anything and not enough everyone.
But we made money when money could be made another way. If solar panels dominated the Sahara and supplied Europe and Africa with electricity. AND Africa, hopefully circulating money for themselves. Those below their glass ceiling of Developed Elitism, still controlling the world, might get breaks for GOD's sake. Lighten up tyrannies. Ones actively involved in violent war? Condemn world to Collateral Damage Existence. Because warriors hardly aim at each other anymore. Game really, Destructive Sabotage For Sale.
Tikes with explosives to governments of authoritarians whose job is protecting, that's just it. If the job's protecting everyone and everyone's not protected, then just protecting destruction's the mistake.
NETANYAHU OUTRIGHT MILITARISTIC FRAUD.
Buddy of Boy Kurt Vonnegut STILL HATES
Bill Ritter and Geraldo Rivera. Empathetically creepy posers.
Arms Merchandising is world's most lucrative and safe marketplace for dividing spoils. Unless someone pulls a trigger. It is hard to find a job. Conjure Big Money Opportunities, harder. We're not all anointed Chris Christie. Retainered to regurgitate jargon. The Big Bucks come only so many ways. We ourselves are not that far evolved past sophisticated Jay Gatsbys. While Russia and the rest of the world's tied up in trying to get out of the OK Corral to a barbecue at Robert Redford's place.
Many missing uncovered points right there on the tellies. TV. Internet, everywhere. But know nothing. Nothing More Important Than Facing Future, Scraping Off Whitewashed History's Scars.
Writers are weird, right? Ran from talking with The Man when we came upon each other once. Kurt Vonnegut. Literally
nadir of my existence and not knowing what to say. But his genius found me off the page anyway. Gone and not forgotten. So last year as the essays took off occurring frequently every day? Spent a few hours outside his brownstone with the Hammer and Cycle card. Man worked hard for humanity's working itself out. If hearts and minds grow caring? Soon. "See you," soon.
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