How to Kill Us, by Barack Obama

As we close this year, 2013, and jump to the next chronological one there are a few conclusions the world can draw without going on-line or talking with a neighbor for the latest local smews (my made up word for . . . come on, you get this, please tell me you get this). 

 

Here is the sharpened end of the 2 by 4 to our third eyes, fellow humans.

 

Let us being with what the president of the United States purports and end with what he is doing to destroy our planet in the name of control freaks currently making oodles of faux minted profit on Wall Street.  Twitter is my favorite example of Looney Tunes, Inc.

Twitter, a company with a zero profit basis, is now “worth” $45 billion but it is beginning to fall back to Earth.  “The company may have the highest market value of any firm that isn’t generating any earnings since the dot-com bubble of 1999-2000.” Barrons.

 

Another episode from Looney Tunes, Inc., is an Obama quote from 2008, “Time to end the tyranny of oil.  In my administration, the rise of the oceans will begin to slow.”

 

What Obama has done is the exact opposite to satisfy his guy buddy dirty oil industry, to feed his fat false flag drone prone ego, and to make sure the 7th generation probably has no friggin’ chance of existing.

 

If I sound like a fatalist, I am pissed off today looking back on 2013 and seeing how much systemic damage and irrevocable destruction you and I wrecked on Earth these last twelve months.  Catch a grip.  I would not keep posting in social media, ‘pen’ articles, or write this blog if I thought all hope was lost in the madness.  Will I personally see you rise-up and shake the foundations of the fracking industry or end the obsessive piercing of our one and only spaceship before I take a hike into the big jungle in the sky?  Doris Day and Hoopoe may have the answer – Que Sera Sera.

 

I surrender there is probably not a chance in hell or heaven, or walking the moon, you are going to get your shit together humanity to thwart the tyrannical destruction of ourselves. But, I keep my birdy petard swinging above the jungle.  Why? I am an optimistic fool, and I am not talking about the major arcane card in the Tarot, or maybe I am – more is to be revealed?

 

My emotive response to every single fracking unit, every single pipeline, every single transmission line, every single offshore rig, every single painful intrusion of this precious planet to drain it of its blood (gas and oil) could send me into an epic rant. I am not yet frothing at the heart with twenty-four simultaneous toothaches of the mind. I am getting damn close.

 

Most of the oil and gas underground has to stay there if were are going to slow climate change.  Look at this double whammy.  Dirty oil needs dirty oil to drill, frack, and drill some more, baby.  As island nations begin to migrate off their lands to continents America exported the equivalent of 55 million cars last year (2012) in the form of oil and gas.

 

The follies of Obama’s energy policies are the end game of our species.  Boasting his pet industry is encircling the globe with pipelines he is all in favor of making an American dirty oil industry independent of OPEC to feed the greed of his major contributors. Uh? Going independent does not change the paradigm.  My homeland nation’s gubberstand is now responsible for more pollution on Earth than even China. You will not see these stats going viral.

 

Obama’s support of Shell’s development of what is under the Arctic Circle makes up the largest pools of carbon Earth.  If this drill baby drill happens, it is game over folks for the climate.

 

What is not told to you is this and I hope you take this news and scream it from your cardboard box under the freeway to your estate in The Hamptons to your gasoline station in Yountville, Napa Valley, California.

 

Oil, gas, and shale oil are exactly like the additive fluid you pour into in your vehicle’s radiator.  These systems of interlinking underground planetary-wide fluids keep Earth livable for us.  It is the miracle of billions of years of life for our sorry asses to breath, eat, and mate.

 

In other words every time you fire up your vehicle, take a plane ride to Costa Rica, smoke a cig, or drive over to Costco you are killing yourself, draining away any chance of our species seeing 2204 (read or sooner).  Each of these acts additionally destroys the wild worlds of both land and sea, and consequently forces Gaia to respond in dramatic survival attempts like mega storms such as Sandy, the highest wind havoc over the Philippines, and whatever is going to take place in 2014, and beyond.

 

We have a choice.  But, if you expect Obama or the snots in Saudi Arabia or the jerks in the Canadian parliament stepping up to plate to call major foul, you have an innate yet active death wish.

 

The solution, if you can take your head out of the tar sands, your arse out of the drilling rig, and show courage in spite of your combat assignment to protect dirty oil is very, very simple – walk away from the madness.  Stop the self-fulfilling merry-go-around and believe your brain muscle can activate to stop climate change by ending the bleeding to death of the fluid system our planet deploys to keep us a beautiful blue marble.

 

Big oil must end its strangle hold and it begins with you.  My job, until the day I no longer breathe, is to keep hounding you and bitching at you the realities of what our species is doing to the mother ship.

 

In August, of 2013, the largest forest fire in the history of Sierra Nevadas was burning in Yosemite National Park while the US Bureau of Land Management hoped to auction off 316 million tons of taxpayer coal in Wyoming’s Power River basin.  The emissions from that sale equal the carbon footprint of 109 million cars (even with the new Detroit standards).

 

Then there is military and dirty oil exploration via sonar and the largest human machines on earth (marine based ‘bombing’ using remote sensing), coupled to govt. sanctioned insanity destroying marine species. These human stupidities are at such a fast clip it is likely the next human generation will only know about Flipper and Blue Whales from Netflix movie clips or the Nature Channel. This is not science fiction. Well, it is a new agie spiritual hate ourselves staving splinters into our human souls. No amount of eating raw foods, going on DMT sacred vine trips, or living in a Teepee are going to manifest a human collective consciousness of action. You can decide this for yourselves but as a weak knead student of history futuristic prognosis is not good. We are the most selfish, self-absorbed, narcissistic, drunk on our ids species to probably ever walk upright, hereabouts. 

 

Positively, we have been able to beat back 100 new fossil fuel plants in America the last few years but fracking is every day destroying the North American continent’s ability to manage the climate.  China is help bent on its economical goal to rule the world willing to sacrifice millions of choking Chinese lungs and the entire African continent if necessary. 

 

During the 2012 record of the greatest Arctic melt on record Obama said, “Our pioneering spirit is naturally drawn to this region, for the economic opportunities it presents.”

 

What more do you need to know? I use to write about how the world is going to look back on Obama’s record. Today, I do not 99% believe our species is going to live long enough to experience such reflection.

 

The 59th minute is here for humanity and nadakind. The lowest barometric pressure was recorded off Cape Hatteras, North Carolina, during Sandy, a mega storm I began to warn my friends on the East Coast two weeks before it hit America. How did I know? I am no seer. The birds told me so.

 

Signs are everywhere if you want to pay attention.  We have crossed over the threshold.  No one is going to give me a National Science Award for ringing the bell at the monastery for predicting our species will be stopped dead in its horrific tracks by a power greater than ourselves – Earth.

 

You have one more minute.  Use it wisely, and as The Diggers hero, Peter Coyote, recently emailed me, “be careful.” Thanks for the heads-up, Pete. Ditto to you, and yours Image

Zen-priest.

 

 

(And, then she was NSA’d, no longer able to sing her song.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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