Saturday, July 29, 2006

Nature's Cycles

I know this has been a controversial subject as of late, but I feel we must discuss global warming. There are a lot of people out there who would like us to think that whitemankind (decisively not humankind) has screwed up the environment. Aside from the fact that the evidence is dubious, at best (if you're the typical American politician who never learned rational thought, or the typical American public who finds it easier to believe poeple they kid themselves into believing really learned rational though, but didn't) (Read that last sentence again. It really does make sense), if we chose to believe that point of view, then it means that we need to do something to make it better. And quite frankly, I haven't a clue what we'd do at this point.

Of course, the bigger problem is whom do we blame. But I fear that would be a whole nother topic altogether. Which brings me back to the original idea.

I have come to the conclusion that it truly is cyclic. It, in this case, meaning the environment. Every billion or so years, an intelligent race rises up and screws up the planet so horribly that their race is entirely wiped out along with a good part of the planet. Then, over a billion years' time, give or take, all traces of that civilization are totally wiped out. Ice ages and the such. Hell, even radioactive waste would be fine by then.

That's when, of course, a new race rises up.

And in 5 billion years, give or take, the Sun will supernova and we will be blown to radioactive dust which will slowly colalesce into a new planet under a new sun. And that, too is cyclic.

No Kidding

I really did witness a bank getting robbed (read on).

Thursday, July 27, 2006

Lunatic Monologues

The Stoner

See, yeah, Dude. You know, the thing is, I’m a little bit short on cash right now, and I know that I owe you a shitload of money. OK, it may not be that much to you, but, you know, I just hate owing anybody anything. You know what I mean. ‘Cause, you know, then it’s like they always got something on you. Yeah, even, like $20. It’s kinda like the Godfather, and some day they’re gonna come and ask you for a favor, and ya gotta do it. It’s shit like that. So here’s the deal: I’d like to pay you in Weed Certificates. You know, like $20 plus interest. So it would be like $30 worth of weed. And I mean this is some kick ass weed. I mean, like you burn one bowl and you’re just totally wasted. And I’m not talkin’ no big bowl, either. And you know, I’d just go ahead and give you this shit right now, but like all I got left are seeds. I’ve like planted a bunch already, and I think some of them are even starting to come, which is really cool. I mean, I really get into plants and all that sort of thing. So, you know, I figure in a couple of months we’ll start getting some really primo bud. That’s what I’m talkin’.... Ow, wow... Did I just say “we”? Oh, dude, man. I screwed up. I’m in with this pretty heavy dude, I guy named Brick. I mean, the guy scares the fuck outta me, and I know him. And the deal is, man, he told me not to tell anybody anything about him. ‘Cause there are these people that want to kill him ‘cause he rolled over on ‘em with the cops, so he’s pretty paranoid. I mean, it may be cool, but we better go talk to him, just to make sure it’s OK and all. Naw, don’t worry, he’s cool. Just try not to stare at his tattoos.