I’m trying not to think about it. About Wall St, and profligacy, and just how big $700 billion might be, and the leveraging of greed into something so consuming. It’s depressing, as is the prospect of calibrating a global response to climate shift disaster against this sort of thinking. It’s otherworldy, disconnected. This distant implosion that destroys capital while leaving structures intact. So I’m not thinking about it, certain that has as good a chance as anything else of making it all come good. Instead I’m humming the theme to Mad Men, and thinking of a dry, dry martinus. Don’t you mean martini? If I want two I’ll ask for it. Sorry.
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cheer up – money, power and influence will always find a way to keep on top. there may be a brief hiatus and a war or three but eventually the faceless billionaires will be back in charge, possibly just from a different location. and if you are any older than me (you are), you won’t live long enough to see the worst of the climate problems. see, don’t you feel better already?
i need a drink…
Here, have one of mine.