"If we can make a space station fly, we can save the Planet." Thus spake astronaut Thomas Pesquet. The guy has been to space so, he can say that. Doesn't make his statement true, but he can speculate. Evidently our Planet still looks almost like it used to look. At least from space. I applaud Mr. Pesquet's optimism. I don't share his optimism but his statement holds a modicum of hope. On the ground however is a completely different narrative. Humanity lives on a Planet thoroughly trashed by...us. Plastic floats in huge rafts across our oceans. Plastic drifts on the winds. Discarded cans are ubiquitous. Paper blows around and those annoying plastic bags you get at the store to put your food stuffs in lay around on the ground blowing hither and yon for virtually ever. Ever would be a dang long time. So is all the garbage humanity has managed to discard without a thought. So like a drunken homeless junkie, humanity rolls about in filth and hasn't a second thought about living in squalor. Ain't we about a pretty great bunch? Probably not. Our Earth's resources are used up. The water that remains potable is disappearing fast. Our climate is changed and not for the better. Wildfires, deforestation, cutting down the rainforests, urban AND suburban sprawl, and so humanity plunges headlong into extinction. Which would of course be for the best. For the Planet. Not so much for we humans. Welcome to the real world of karma. So on that cheery note we'll plunge headlong into some machine art. While there might be some room to move. Or maybe something to appreciate. Or not. Doesn't really matter. Not anymore.
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President Biden got pissy with one of the idiot Fox reporters yesterday at the White House. Media concerns went crazy with that news. I applaud President Biden. It is of course about damn time. 😂
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