Time seems to be passing so quickly, now. Not so much so, that I am having trouble keeping up. Quite the opposite, in fact. Nothing happens at all. It just happens, in its not happening way, really quickly. It’s Tuesday, already. Time to put out another blog. Actually, now that I’m sitting down in front of the computer, it’s Wednesday already.
Okay, so what should I write about this time? God, save me from Trump.
The radio was playing a story from Revel when I started this entry. It was about how a woman was murdered some forty-five years ago, and, because she was not identified, the murderer was never found. Before moving on, I just want to comment on how much more common getting away with murder is than we would like to think. Probably the most common way this actually takes place is never considered murder at all, like in the case of the branch whatever it was called, coal mine, where people died in an explosion which was the direct result of executives avoiding spending money to measure dangerous gases in the mine.That’s murder, and it should be regarded as such.
Now it’s already Thursday. How quickly time passes, and still nothing has happened. The other day I found myself bemoaning the fact that I feel very much as if I have given up on most of my fights. There are virtually no supporters of my concerns about the eventual uninhabitability of this planet in the scientific community. Perhaps my position is just crazy. But I think it more likely it derives from my mathematical background. It seems to me to be a simple conclusion to be drawn from the increase in greenhouse gases in the atmosphere. Unfortunately, nothing in the mass of research on climate change that I have reviewed in the last 70 years since the rise in greenhouse gases was documented changes that conclusion in the least. It is nothing but hopeful thinking.
But I have gotten old. There seems to be nothing left that I can do.