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On, To Be a Silicon-Based Life-Form
Oct. 2nd, 2019 09:52 amIf you’re a girl, and if you’ve ever been friends with someone who got a lot more attention than you did, then the Caroline Calloway story is almost impossible to tear your eyes away from.
Honestly? It’s global capitalism, the Kim Kardashian sex tape, and the abandonment of the gold standard that makes this story something other than standard high school lunchroom drama, but as I am incredibly short on time this morning, I must wait till tomorrow to connect the dots. By which time, I will probably have forgotten all about it.
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Else?
Approximately 60% of all Republicans think Trump did not mention Biden in that Ukrainian phone call—even though Trump has come out and said he mentioned Biden in that Ukrainian phone call.
I can’t even begin to express how depressed that makes me feel.
It washes over me in waves—first in a kind of contempt, then in a kind of despair.
The overview?
Climate change is rendering previously inhabitable portions of the globe uninhabitable. People are fleeing those portions of the globe for places less affected by those changes. The people in those places are (understandably) less than thrilled by competition for increasingly scarce resources, and are going for leaders who promise, We will keep THEM out!
It’s a useless struggle: The have-nots outnumber the haves. Notwithstanding, Trump is brimming with suggestions on how to keep the greaseballs out! Shoot them in the legs when they’re trying to cross the southern border! You don’t like THE WALL? Okay, how about a trench filled with poisonous reptiles?
In 500 years—maybe even sooner!—all of this will seem as irrelevant as the skirmishes between the Saxons and the Normans for control of the British Isles. White skin will be seen as the freakish albino-esque genetic anomaly it doubtless once was as everyone in the world will have skin the color of my mug of café au lait this morning. The world’s population will be back down to two billion or so. The world’s Super Power will be somewhere in South America, but I’m not exactly sure where.
Most days, I would be wheedling God: C’mon, c’mawwwwwwwwn! All I want is a peek!
Today, I am saying, If I haven’t yet achieved Boddisatvahood, if I must go through the wash cycle again, then pleeze reincarnate me as a silicon-based life-form on some distant planet!
‘Cause I hate humans. And they’re the kings of carbon-based life-forms.
Honestly? It’s global capitalism, the Kim Kardashian sex tape, and the abandonment of the gold standard that makes this story something other than standard high school lunchroom drama, but as I am incredibly short on time this morning, I must wait till tomorrow to connect the dots. By which time, I will probably have forgotten all about it.
###
Else?
Approximately 60% of all Republicans think Trump did not mention Biden in that Ukrainian phone call—even though Trump has come out and said he mentioned Biden in that Ukrainian phone call.
I can’t even begin to express how depressed that makes me feel.
It washes over me in waves—first in a kind of contempt, then in a kind of despair.
The overview?
Climate change is rendering previously inhabitable portions of the globe uninhabitable. People are fleeing those portions of the globe for places less affected by those changes. The people in those places are (understandably) less than thrilled by competition for increasingly scarce resources, and are going for leaders who promise, We will keep THEM out!
It’s a useless struggle: The have-nots outnumber the haves. Notwithstanding, Trump is brimming with suggestions on how to keep the greaseballs out! Shoot them in the legs when they’re trying to cross the southern border! You don’t like THE WALL? Okay, how about a trench filled with poisonous reptiles?
In 500 years—maybe even sooner!—all of this will seem as irrelevant as the skirmishes between the Saxons and the Normans for control of the British Isles. White skin will be seen as the freakish albino-esque genetic anomaly it doubtless once was as everyone in the world will have skin the color of my mug of café au lait this morning. The world’s population will be back down to two billion or so. The world’s Super Power will be somewhere in South America, but I’m not exactly sure where.
Most days, I would be wheedling God: C’mon, c’mawwwwwwwwn! All I want is a peek!
Today, I am saying, If I haven’t yet achieved Boddisatvahood, if I must go through the wash cycle again, then pleeze reincarnate me as a silicon-based life-form on some distant planet!
‘Cause I hate humans. And they’re the kings of carbon-based life-forms.
