I am so grateful I’m vegan.

with its modus operandi of endless, undifferentiated growth. That’s the part many have a problem with. There is still time not much but a little. Now the good guy’s who want to try and know full well it will not be easy do we see them on TV? Once in a great while in between commercials. It’s like take one news story. A bridge ice bridge has melted and this seems to be moving much to fast and we are told will have dire consequences for the human race anyway let’s move on to more important things like a word from our sponsor. Unless that can change we are lost. Total focus and of course to do that means it is real well it is. A new way of thinking has to happen and a few want to keep the old way of thinking now don’t they and that will guarantee our fate. In just a few months here in the States in the Senate this little problem will come up and so far it looks like greed and profit has the votes. Ok but just remember at that point the shit is going to hit the fan and then the problem itself climate breakdown this summer and next will show itself. Then what happens listen to your leaders and watch your parking meters and call call now. Two million to start calm at peace one voice and think of this as kind of a war. In the twenty first century the few who run the show and want to keep the old way of thinking are very good at using the illusion of knowledge but is just that an illusion. Remember reality is still with us it hasn’t gone anywhere. Just watch the Senate when they get back from vacation and tell me if you see something called an illusion of knowledge and stupidity the game where nobody wins and remember the man behind the curtain with Alligator shoes and check book in hand that will guarantee our fate.

Upton Sinclair. 1878-1968. American muckraker. From The Jungle: “At the same instant the ear was assailed by a most terrifying shriek; the visitors started in alarm, the women turned pale and shrank back. The shriek was followed by another, louder and yet more agonizing–for once started upon that journey, the hog never came back; at the top of the wheel he was shunted off upon a trolley, and went sailing down the room. And meantime another was swung up, and then another, and another, until there was a double line of them, each dangling by a foot and kicking in frenzy–and squealing. The uproar was appalling, perilous to the eardrums; one feared there was too much sound for the room to hold–that the walls must give way or the ceiling crack. There were high squeals and low squeals, grunts, and wails of agony; there would come a momentary lull, and then a fresh outburst, louder than ever, surging up to a deafening climax. It was too much for some of the visitors–the men would look at each other, laughing nervously, and the women would stand with hands clenched and the blood rushing to their faces, and the tears starting in their eyes.”