[stephen1]

I’ve said for ages that global warming was a red herring and the real environmenatl crisis, as far as civilisation goes, is finite resources running out.

It would seem that the answer to either one is the same, namely, we have to change our life-styles. We all need to start walking more, biking more, combining tasks when we do take the car, and so on. Will we? In the short term I don’t believe we will, because other than a moderate rise in the prices of things, we have yet to reach “crisis.” In North America, where I live, we continue to build huge suburbs that are outside of any kind of community. To get anywhere, for anything, one needs to hop in the car. Alongside these suburbs are hideous strip-malls; which are designed for car traffic only.They are not only awful for such things as walking and cycling, but perilous for anyone attempting to do so. We have built in to our 21 century psyche a consumerist-ic status-quo that actually precludes the husbanding of our resources.

Alternatives to gasoline, coal, and the like are all very well, but we look at them in the wrong light. That is, we want them to be able to sustain and maintain the very life-style that has been so ruinous in the first place. We should develop alternatives to petroleum, but we should also assess where we might like to go as a society, as well. Otherwise we are tacitly complicit in the diminution of our species, if not its demise. Which depending on your point of view, might not, in the long run, be such a bad thing.

Our world is a gift, as is our lives. Somehow we achieved consciousness of ourselves to further the miracle. Will we be content to just eat, sleep, boink and buy, when we have minds and hearts that are capable of so much more? The question, I think, isn’t one of whether global-warming is real, or not, but whether we wish to continue along our present trajectory. A trajectory that dulls our minds, and lulls us into a prison of our own complacency.

And what of the third world? Will they stand by and watch us denude the world, and in so doing erase their chances for survival, forever? The fact is, if we are consuming that which we can not make ourselves, then sooner or later we will be held hostage to the greater need of those who can.

Stephen

[stephen1]

@Sgt Pepper wrote:

Parting of the bed, see?
Holocaust of silence.
He brewed for himself
His own basket case.
Weaved from water and other such
Urgencies of thirst,
Fluid in steady recline.

Holocaust of silence? What an image. Gulp.

A blaze of blue eyes burning blur holes
In the glare of your unborn son

I don’t even know what “blur holes” means, but…WOW, and the glare of an unborn son? Shizzit, that’s intense. No wonder some are born geniuses and some not. I must have been wearing a pair of sunglasses in utero. Sgt., fanfriggingtastic. I believe that is an infix, as only something extraordinary would do for a compliment.

Stephen

[stephen1]

@pikey wrote:

Do give it a rest, baldy.

Uhm…bite me!

[stephen1]

Holy shyt…if I may use such an epithet for such gorgeous language…that was amazing! It beggars most modern contrivances in the same way that the sun banishes the dark. I am humbly floored.

Stephen

[stephen1]

It’s funny how the world looks upon the destitute and impoverished of this world with suspicion, but actually thinks these wan-kers are making a contribution to the world by spending billions of dollars on what amounts to a giant toy. Not that I’m against it, really, but perspective is everything, isn’t it? Anyway, f-uck observing things, how about they make a worm-hole, through which we can actually send something somewhere. Send Gary Glitter down the worm-hole, no pun intended, and see if he comes back. If he doesn’t…oh, well, no biggie. (God, your not bringing him up again, are you?)

These dweeb scientist can’t even figure out how to stop hair loss; which is surely more important that some giant accelerator that crushes atoms into one another. Entropy and the second law of thermo-dynamics, now there is something I can understand. Something heats up, and then it has gotta blow…sounds natural, doesn’t it? :twisted:

Stephen1

[stephen1]

I’ve stocked up on alcohol, so I will be sorted tonight,

You could put that money toward the dentist. Ok, that probably isn’t much help, as booze is cheaper than the dentist. Extacy might be another bet. You will feel like hugging everyone in sight, though, so better get a good mouth wash before you take it. I heard somewhere that extacy was invented by the Merck company in the 1920’s. Can you say kicking themselves they don’t have the patent now? :lol: Alternatively, you could try ecstasy, the natural kind. Get high on life. Reach a state of enlightenment through orgasm…although three weeks of that might be a bit difficult; depending on your man of course. :wink:

I hope you get it sorted soon, no matter your method.

Stephen1

[stephen1]

They call death “the big sleep,” and I hope they’re wrong, because I am not a restful sleeper, at all. I would prefer “The “Big Lounge,” where I could lounge around all day and look down at the clouds…being that I would be in heaven of course. LOL

Cremation might get one ready for hell, so that would be a good thing. I suppose for the more devious among us, we should prepare for that eventuality. We could say to the devil, “shyt, guy, this ain’t nothing compared to the heat from the crematorium.” I wonder, is hell an even-temperature, or can Satan turn things up a notch when he wants to be more of a bas-tard?

I want my family to plop me under a tree, where the birds can peck at my eyes, and my corpse will at least sustain some wee creatures. I suppose giving one’s organs up for transplant would be excellent, too. (Except the liver. See Wine thread :P )

You may have heard of the man Jeremy Bentham. He was well known for this quote: “It is the greatest good to the greatest number of people which is the measure of right and wrong.” He gave his body to medical science. According to his directions, after harvesting his innards, they put his bones back together, clothed the body, made a life-like wax head (the original being mummified) and placed it in a glass case, where it is still preserved in University College, London.

Stephen1

[stephen1]

One can’t return to Manderley, but one can go back to Mandalay. :wink:

I remember a line from the end of another Du Maurier novel, “My Cousin Rachel,” where Rachel falls from a bridge, and while dying in Philip’s arms he says, “Until we meet again, Rachel, I shall live in blessed torment.”

Stephen1

[stephen1]

@bon bon wrote:

I don’t want to know whos shagged who
(well I do but the venom that follows turns my stomach)
I may be boring and sit on the fence (as pebbles says I have the splinters to prove it)
but why should I enter into rows I care nothing about
Even daft threads I have made turn into biatchfests (and I dont mean only the ladies)
Are all message boards like this, because I have never read any others
I know PB loves the fights because it attracts the punters and I understand he has to make money to run the site
I only know one or two of you personally and I am my own person in that I don’t talk privately to any of you
I even feel wary about posting this because I feel anyone who has views opens themselves up to smart alec replies
Well
rant over
have a nice day everyone :)

and remember
there are human beings with feelings at the other side of your screen
and those that say the are only words on a screen should realise that we arn’t all as sensible as yourselves.

I only belonged to one other message board, and there were often fights. I engaged in a few of them, but when things got predictable, I bowed out. There really is no point in repeatedly stating one’s case. If one has a cogent argument, and it is not received, then the likely-hood of it being embraced through sullied comments is poor, indeed. Not that poking fun, isn’t…well, fun, sometimes, but it does eventually get stale. It certainly doesn’t lead to any kind of endearment, and polarizes the points of view even more. There is usually one point upon which the adversaries differ, and neither will, or can, relent, because they believe their character is at stake. We all hate to be misunderstood, but bemoaning that we are misunderstood doesn’t lend credibility to our cause. Why? Well, because the other viewers, whom we are worried won’t understand us, actually understand the situation pretty well, and thus stop pay attention. I know I do. I gloss over the diatribe in favour of more stimulating material.

Well, as a species, we are nothing, if not intrepid war-mongers. Our history has established that, all too well. At the end of the day…F uck it, let’s dance. :D

Stephen1

[stephen1]

I was thinking that it is lucky that both “King” and “Queen” have one syllable, apiece. Can you imagine how it would upset the rhythm if King were Kingle? It wouldn’t sound at all regal to say Kingle. Kingle needs a jingle; which would make a mockery of Nationalism.

Thank GOD for the uni-syllable of King and Queen. :D

Stephen1

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