once more around the mulberry bush...

To allow the discussion about atheism, theism, fundamentalism and scepticism, which hijacked the previous post completely, to continue unabated without me resorting to editorial control, I've created this post.

If you want me to engage further, please do me the courtesy of reading this and this first. Thank you. It would save us both a lot of trouble...

Now, let the good times roll...

now what...

Now that we've unceremoniously dumped John Winston Howard into the wheelie bin of history and the new Labor government has signed off on the Kyoto Protocol, all is well with the world, right?

Wrong.

I'm worried.

I'm worried that we'll just assume Labor will do the right thing and therefore there won't be the same energy exerted to keep those bastards honest as there was with Howard.

I'm worried that the Climate Change issue will degenerate into an Obfuscation Fest and a great show of Going Through The Motions whilst we (helped by vested interests among Big Money) fritter away what little time remains of this very final window of opportunity before we tumble over the threshold of irreversibility and into a disasterous future which is accepted as a fait accompli.

I'm worried that lifestyle addiction, rampant consumerism, and continuing population growth will strip the planet of vital resources, leading to Earth becoming Easter Planet.

I'm worried that by the time the planet is trashed, all non-money-driven cultures will have been wiped out by a planet consumed by money-driven imperatives and a culture of 'survival of the richest'.

I'm worried that it will all degenerate into an "every man for himself" shitfight for what little resources are left.

I'm worried that between now and then, the vast majority of people will convince themselves that they are powerless to change this outcome even though they live in "free and democratic" countries.

I am NOT worried for myself, dear reader, as I'm sure I will be dead by then, but I fear for you, dear _younger_ reader, and for your children and your children's children.

I'm NOT worried about this blog, as by then the internet will have ceased to be and Blogger.com will be a forgotten aberration thereof...

I'm NOT worried about history, as it will be the end of history... and the beginning of a new pack of lies told by the mass-murdering, lying, cheating "survivors" to their gullible children.

[quietly hums tune of "We don't need another hero" as he presses PUBLISH POST button]

who are they...

...these people who visit this blog direct*

The last three came from London, Paris and La Vernia, Texas.

And why not leave a comment? Like, "crap blog, sorry I came." Anything.

Ah well, glad you came anyway... Beats just breathing heavy...

* they had to have typed in the URL or had it on their browser

what's the point...

What's the point in my blogging? Why do I blog? I guess I want to make a difference. Change the world. Well it's just not happening, is it? The level at which I would like to change things is not the level at which I'm able to operate. At the level at which I do operate, very few are interested in changing the world. So, what's the point? Who am I kidding? And anyway, the fire in my belly seems to be going out. I blame the anti-depressants. Should I wean myself off them? Would I get back into blogging again if I did? And then there's the whole question of who the fuck reads this blog anyway? Oh, there are a few regular readers. Most of them are like gawkers at a car crash. Spectators. Waiting to be entertained. Well I don't do entertainment. Some would say "don't write for the readers, write what you want to write". Well, there's the rub... What I want to write is something which will communicate to the reader something I want him or her to know or think about. It's an attempt at interaction. But it's mostly one-sided. It's like talking to a wall most of the time. And then there's my persona... I wouldn't know how to be sociable or polite if my life depended on it, and so sooner or later (usually sooner) I piss them off or bore them and they stop reading this blog. Is blogging a fad whose time has passed? Is it all Facebook now? I'd rather be slapped with a wet fish than do Facebook. Oh, I was silly enough to get involved in the Facebook thing on a couple of occasions, but it's purile, childish and up there with carving your initials on a tree...

What?