End Game

There's a low slant to the sun now. It's rays cut into my livingroom windows first thing in the morning, as it only does during the three months of winter light. It comes early, nothing but empty branches between it and the horizon, low angles of light, even at noon. I can feel the heat ricocheting off the upper troposphere and back out into space. The plants don't capture it either. The miracle of photosynthesis has gone south for the season. Except in the hearty lawn grass that has recovered after fall rains and re-colonized the spaces where crab grass grew during summer months. Crab grass grows agrressively, but it dies on the first frost. This thin blue grass or stem or some such continues using the little bit of sun it gets and has no fear of frost. The days are pleasant now, nights are cold, but mild days. Last November, it was the same. Last December it snowed as if the Pleistocene had never ended. Ten more days of hurricane season, then we'll see what happens next this year. The warmer seasons present so much, so many creatures and living things, so much to see and notice. But the colder days seem cause for reflection. From a vibrant wild world outside to a vibrant wild inner life. Adieu to the warmer seasons, Buenos dias, mis pensandos.

Killing Watch the video at this link. They are faltering and disintegrating in Washington, DC., scrambling to stay one step ahead of the falling dominoes, but as I have always maintained, the truth will eventually rise. What is true, what are facts, what has been done, cannot be concealed forever, by anyone. These are uncertain days now, as hogs at the trough learn their meal has ended. Into the schisms or disintegration, there will no doubt be more violence, more killings, senseless acts of senseless men. But the submersion of reality has ended. What 56 million of us knew and 45 million others decided not to notice, has now become plain for everyone. In terms of sheer cash money, perhaps the most corrupt five years in the history of this state called united. In terms of culture, perhaps the most corrupted quarter century of ideas ever to find political voice in a democracy. And in terms of habitat, perhaps the most destructive century witnessed since the asteroid took out the dinosaurs. Scorching Iraqi civilians with flaming phosophorous, committing the "massive killing" that was Falluja, is the last desperate expression of this desperate philosophy promulgated by these greedy evil men. It has lost traction and now we face its messy retreat. Brace yourselves.