Herewith we declare within the next 60 years
to reduce the population of human beings on earth
to 50 percent of the population in 1350.
Herewith we declare within the next 60 years
to reduce the population of human beings on earth
to 50 percent of the population in 1350.
Might happen soon enough anyway if we just let things develop, and the water wars begin, the mass migrations, floods and famines, the nuclear terrorism, the exaggerated response,... Night, night, sleep tight...
ReplyDeleteHow cometh you know quite a few of my thoughts, Andrew? :)
ReplyDeleteIt is good a feeling to know/learn that some contemporaries' empathy would let them see what's behind / within but one short sentence.
Thank you!
Thanks so much to you both for the cheerful list and link. Sending you some Lagavulin and Talisker by priority courier. Let's celebrate! Cheers, and a good night to you too. Sweet dreams???
ReplyDeleteP.S. I promise to stop inhaling and exhaling, at least 20 minutes a day. Will that help the planet?
ReplyDeleteTHat's a radical thought Sean. THe not-wife on the other hand would happilyn see us all wiped out. I call her Miss Anthrope...
ReplyDeleteClaudia,
ReplyDeleteholding my breath here. Lagavulin is fine a medicine, however rather than Talisker, I'd prefer Highland Park. :)
Jams,
well, the not wife's wish is more radical than mine; but it will come true, unless instead after decades of ridiculous palaver about how to cure but a few symptoms signing non-binding declarations of intent to stop global warming as soon as there's a frosty day in hell, mankind does not face up to the very root of the problem.
We are indeed the roots of our own problem, and the trunks and branches and leaves too, We are the problem.
ReplyDeleteI am just wondering what we consider a human being ;-)
ReplyDeleteAndrew
ReplyDeletequite.
For at least 25, 30 years years I do wonder why there has not yet been a so called summit in order to find a way to stop to diminish the population before - please forgive the aprosdoketon - mankind is fucking itself to death.
CherryPie,
this might be a question for Andrew. :)
You're making me feel totally unwanted, useless and unnecessary. I guess it's about time for me to leave Earth and give my space to a new young thing. Ah! well...I'll empty the Lagavulin and the Highland Park first. Cheers!
ReplyDeletePlease wait, Claudia! I am coming to help you with the uisce beatha.
ReplyDeleteAlash...Hic...You'se toooooooo late, ssssher friend...Hic...uishhce beatha ish kaput. Tata. Bye. Hic!
ReplyDeleteha ha ha ha ha ha ...
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