I’ve been struggling lately to figure out how to say goodbye
to 2015. I cannot say the year has been without interest. I mean, think Donald
Trump, Carly Fiorina and Ben Carson—a guy who started life as a millionaire on
daddy’s money and continues to fool folks into thinking he is anything more than
a reality show clown; an earnest woman who pretended to be a high-tech
executive, failed so badly that she was fired by the board (no mean feat that)
and then pretends to a higher calling; and a brain surgeon who has us all
thoroughly confused—I mean, how could a brain surgeon be so dumb . . . but my
preferred answer is that Doc Ben pulled a one-off by operating on himself,
during which he accidentally removed the left side of his own brain. Not that the rest of the curious crowd is to
be preferred. Cruz, a man whose picture makes you want to punch him . . . a man
nobody seems to like, except for the pissed-off who hate everyone and
everything and imagine maybe he will carpet-bomb some other folks they really
don’t like. What a crew.
And then there’s the shootings and blowing people up stuff.
Yeah, there’s always a terrorist group of folks who are so pissed at us, or the
French, or the Brits that they are willing to shoot up a cartoon shop, or blow
up a building, or shoot up a black church, or kill people waiting in a
clinic, or just shoot up people, just cuz. Just cuz the NRA says that everyone
should be armed, and, if you’re armed, well, eventually someone is going to
start shooting. Yeah, I now have cast the
NRA as our very own American-ISIS. So don’t go thinking that terrorists are all
Muslim, cuz it just ain’t so.
On the bright side, political leaders from some 150 nations
finished meeting in Europe and reached a decision that they would cooperate in
at least trying to minimize the future effects of human global warming. That’s
significant, because at least they all seem to agree that human global warming
seems to be a reality. Now to be fair, the republicans who now rule our
Congress plan to repudiate the agreement, and have high hopes that in 2016 one
of their own—the Donald perhaps—will act as one of his first duties to kill our
agreement, thereby allowing their owners (the Kochs, et al) to continue
polluting the globe. Republicans wish to continue pretending that climate
change is what happens between June and January each year. But
when I got really enthused about the climate change conference and the
resulting agreements, I came across and read an article in the Guardian by
James Lovelock, no merry prankster he. Lovelock has been forecasting ecological
disaster for a long time now. In the article, he is quoted as saying,
“Lovelock believes global
warming is now irreversible, and that nothing can prevent large parts of the
planet becoming too hot to inhabit, or sinking underwater, resulting in mass
migration, famine and epidemics. Britain is going to become a lifeboat for
refugees from mainland Europe, so instead of wasting our time on wind turbines
we need to start planning how to survive. To Lovelock, the logic is clear. The
sustainability brigade are insane to think we can save ourselves by going back
to nature; our only chance of survival will come not from less technology, but
more.
Interviewers often remark upon the discrepancy between
Lovelock's predictions of doom, and his good humour. "Well I'm
cheerful!" he says, smiling. "I'm an optimist. It's going to
happen."
Humanity is in a period exactly like 1938-9, he explains, when
"we all knew something terrible was going to happen, but didn't know what
to do about it". But once the second world war was under way,
"everyone got excited, they loved the things they could do, it was one
long holiday ... so when I think of the impending crisis now, I think in those
terms. A sense of purpose - that's what people want."
"There have been seven disasters since humans came on the
earth, very similar to the one that's just about to happen. I think these
events keep separating the wheat from the chaff. And eventually we'll have a
human on the planet that really does understand it and can live with it
properly. That's the source of my optimism."
What would Lovelock do now, I ask, if he were me? He smiles and
says: "Enjoy life while you can. Because if you're lucky it's going to be
20 years before it hits the fan."
Wow, what a fun time to contemplate. We can, of course, join
the republicans and play “Let’s make believe”, or we could at least try to act
beginning now to plan for the coming climate changes. First things first of course . . . 2016 is the
Year of The Vote. So, everyone might consider how best to support your very own
candidate, preferably someone with more than half a brain (Carson fans kindly
take note). If you want politicos to pay attention and do serious stuff to ward
off the worst that our planet now has in store for us, then kindly vote for
those not on the payroll of the Kochs and others of their ilk.
And remember, it’s nice to always think
positive, but it’s more effective to also act in effective ways.
And then, as the New Year approaches, pop open a nice bottle
of bubbly, pour it into some pretty glasses with perhaps your loved one, and
bid the New Year a welcome entry. Look
your loved one in the eyes, and say, “To us my love, to us”.
And finally as the day’s curtain is about to fall, imagine
yourself as Bogie, walking off into the night . . . and announcing to the world at large,
World, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship . . .