See, here’s the thing. I’m one of them crazy technogreens who thinks that we will somehow manage to survive this whole global warming business—that it won’t be substantially worse than, let’s say, the Little Ice Age, the ensuing famine and the Black Death that followed. And further, I expect that whatever technological breakthroughs will allow us to save half our population and our ISRVs are absolutely crazy dreams that we will not, at present, be able to predict or even believe. And in fifteen years, there will be two or three of them, changing all our lives immediately. Now, I have no basis for this other than a childhood spent reading Asimov stories, but that’s who YHB is.
So as that sort of person, when I read that Our Only President’s cabal of crooks and incompetents yearn to blot out the sun, my reaction is actually that it seems like as fruitful a path as any, if paths can, in metaphor, bear fruit. Heck, in the Little Ice Age, they didn’t have nectarines or clementines or ugli fruit, so there you are. Would I be opposed to spending a few billion dollars determining whether it’s feasible to blot out the sun? I would not.
On the other hand, would I support handing a few billion dollars to the criminal and incompetent cronies of Our Only President, ostensibly to do research into staving off the end of the world, but in actual point of fact designed to provide pensions for government officials not prominent enough to be prosecuted? Not so much. Do I have any reason to believe that a few billion dollars handed over for the ostensible purpose of saving our asses—all our asses, including the asses of Our Only President and his cabal of incompetents and criminals—would be spent on any project with the slightest technodreamy possibility of saving our asses? Not so much, no. I am reluctant to cosign loans for an administration so bad at oversight that it won’t even tell reporters how many people work for the Office of the Vice President.
And, you know, as Gentle Reader hibiscus keeps pointing out, since there are many, many things that we know would help, could we maybe spend a few billion on those, first? Before blotting out the sun? Because, you know, I’d miss it, a little.
Tolerabimus quod tolerare debemus,
-Vardibidian.
thx! i meant to say this on the blog today but that wasn’t what the monster inside wanted to discuss.
totally agree on the concept. there are many good emergency measures that could be taken and yet think how much cheaper they would be if there was less mess they had to fix.