October 30th, 2022Kyle’s rant

DOROTHEA Mackellar wrote: “I love a sunburnt country, a land of sweeping plains, Of ragged mountain ranges, of droughts and flooding rains.
I love her far horizons, I love her jewel-sea, Her beauty and her terror – the wide brown land for me!”
But for the love of God, enough already.
A bit of stability about the place wouldn’t go amiss. The long-forgotten bushfires from 2020 were the start of a long run of bad luck for the world.
The strain of the pandemic is still on the faces of the people, with a new wave predicted in November and they won’t release any of the new sharpened vaccine to those of us who want it.
And the rain keeps on falling and the flood waters keep building. Meanwhile I spoke to one of our journalists in California,
Jeff Glorfeld, and it is dry as a chip and hot as damnation over there with no ease-up
or precipitation in sight.
But of course climate change isn’t a real thing, it’s just something the greenies
made up, right? Well, for those of us who pay attention through to the hardest of
climate change denialists, we all should be taking notice of what the world is trying to
tell us.
Mother Nature will always win out and at the moment she seems to be clearing
her throat after years of us ripping up the earth in search of minerals, gems and fossil
fuels to burn into the atmosphere. But what’s next?
I do pessimistically wonder if it is all too late, has the scale tipped too far now and
what will be the correction needed in order for things to rebalance? The point being
that there are too many humans and we have wiped out a fair portion of the animals’
habitat and are drilling countless holes in the ozone with pollution.
I have a lot of questions for Mother Nature or whoever is control of this shitshow.
Like, is my shopping bag recycling effort really going to work? What will it take to
rebalance the order of things? And what is the actual cost to the environment to mill-up and produce an electric car, and will it make enough of a difference?
I know it is not all my generation’s fault. In the many years since the invention
of the steam engine we have been giving Mother Nature the bird. But all we have is
right now and those poor buggers up the road in Rochester won’t have running water
or sewerage for another eight weeks.
According to Jane Bunn, our wonderful weather woman (you know what I am
talking about), we are to expect these huge dumps of rain at the rate of almost one a
week until February. WTH?
Where will all the water go? And where will all the displaced people go in a non-existing rental market? And if I have saved all my money for a rainy day, on which of the many rainy days can I spend it?
Rainy day rant over…
Image: Sarah Dalby