I lived among the Amish for six years, and I made sport of them pretty much for six years. Nothing more aggravating than spending hours cleaning a vehicle, only to drive through horse poo from an Amish buggy strolling down the highway. As bad as it pains me to admit it, I have a feeling that they are making sport of me now. And you…. All of us really. I wonder if they have a name for us. Gasoline Drivers…. with all their climate-controlled houses and refrigerated meats. They have an incredible sense of humor, much greater than mine sitting in my gasoline automobile with the window down, wondering how we got snookered into something as crazy as trying to save a planet that never needed saving. Thinking back on it, we have gone from not knowing what is is, to confidently wielding the ability to control ocean levels, and that to me is an impressive advance in ability and intelligence that cannot go unacknowledged. I can see perpetual camping in our future, tents and tipis…. has it always been spelled that way? For 65 years, I’ve been spelling it teepee. I have been joking that we are closer to the Flintstones than the Jetsons, but it’s true. For the first time in all of humanity we have somehow decided to step back in time. I have seen articles about sailing ships and solar planes. Our emperor is preaching about outlawing oil while blackouts on power grids has me wondering where the power is going to come from to charge the car I’ll never be able to afford. We all need somebody to stand up and shout The Emperor has no brain, or I swear to buddha we are all going to be sitting in caves and wishing we knew how to make fire. And telling stories. Stories about a people who once flew in the sky, built great cities that reached into that sky, and could even live under the ocean and move about there. And there’s even a legend that there is a race of people who many think are gods, who live in a place called DC that are still doing all that shit right now. Their name has been lost, but I think they were called Sock Tuckers…. or something like that.

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