Friday, February 02, 2007

The IPCC Report

Well, they're finally getting around to actually talking about global warming. In a world where leaders who call themselves persons of good moral character will kill another person's child over a profit margin on oil, did you really think they'd roll over and admit they'd screwed up? Not without a fight.

This new report by the Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC) of the United Nations is solid and direct and basically lays it out that we cannot stop the juggernaut, but we can slow it down and brace for it.

Reports are being edited down and modified, trying to soften this "inconvenient truth" so that those in power do not look like the genocidal bastards or ignorant lemmings they are. No one wants to look so bad while staring into a future so terrifying. But we're past the stage of whistling past the graveyard.

I admit I was not among the first on the environmental bandwagon. I wasn't one of the worst, but I should have lent my voice to the cause long ago. Would it have mattered for much? Who knows? Sometimes even one more vote, one more voice, one more word is all that is required to reach the tipping point.

Politically, here in the US, this is going to be exploited. Individuals who have any record of support for environmental causes will be aided. All we need is another Katrina-level event in the next year and the Democratic Party will probably have to consider drafting Al Gore as their candidate for President. Why not? He won the last time he ran. That a Supreme Court of historic corruption chose to disenfranchise enough voters to crown their benefactor's son does not change that.

I do not want my children and my grandchildren to inherit a planet unfit for their survival. Let's see what we can do. Now.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

more evolved lyric...

this life is the killing jar
the fumes entomb the pretty winged things
in a colourless cloud of feral sterility
to block the sun from clouding eyes.
everything dies. everyone lies
if only to themselves.
singing the red dragon blues.

new sounds from an old guitar
that weave a spell, a shell from hell we sell
to people who pass us on the street
the sound of their feet, pityless.
take a guess. come and bless
this sacrilege we wage.
singing the red dragon blues.

I don't make a promise but I have made a plan
that will see me through till the night
I once gave it all up to drink an empty cup
and I'm still waiting round for the light

the fires climb higher and the ashes compile
into mountains we scale with pride
I'm somewhere still out there, my feet keeping the time
I penance the lover who cried.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.

It's coming along. Time to maybe make some changes, not to me...but to my world. See you in the alternaverse.

the killing jar...early lines...

this life is the killing jar
the fumes entomb the pretty winged things
in a colourless cloud of feral sterility
to block the sun from clouding eyes...

the killing jar

opening line to new poem...

"this life is the killing jar"

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