The Perfect Summer: August in New York

Beautiful fluffy clouds, after a recent, brief summer rain. So normal!

We've had a cooler than average summer this year, which has made me extremely happy. First of all, there's no power outages, outrageously high utility bills, or constantly running air conditioning that's smells moldy from old filters; a huge break indeed. 

A symphony of beautiful weather set in the skies.

But more importantly, this crucial respite from insanely high temperatures gives the Earth a chance to cool down after many years of escalating global warming, temperatures so high from human waste, that we have melted polar ice caps and destroyed entire coral reefs from artificially warm waters, as well as displacing human populations from their sea level homes.

Ah! Another gorgeous sunset behind a stand of large trees.

It comes as no surprise to me that it's been one of the best summers I've had in a long, long time. I sleep comfortably every night with a fan blowing and open windows. I wake up happy and refreshed from actual cooled air that I can comfortably breathe in when I open the curtains to let in the beautiful morning daylight. 

The  glow of an orange sunset; a New York summer's day.

This is the kind of summer I remember from my youth: warm, sunny days with cool, breezy nights. It's also no coincidence that these are optimal growing conditions for this area, as one recent broadcast on local news suggested. A berry farmer in New Jersey said this was by far the best bumper crop they've ever seen, with the longer season extending the harvest to December.

The daylight's music fades, as the night chimes in.

Still, true to a human's ridiculously selfish nature, many an idiot talking head has loudly grumbled on-air, like some grade-school fuck-up on summer break, that all this "horrible" cool air is wrecking their friggin' beach time, to which I say this: go fuck yourself. I mean it!

A cloud adds punctuation, a single note at the end of the day.

If your spoiled bitch ass is bothered by the planet cooling itself back into good health, then go buy yourself a stupid fucking tanning bed and burn yourself into a compulsively fried oblivion, because we've had enough of your stupid fucking bullshit.

The perfect light.

Or, go buy a cheapo ticket to Boca in Florida, where you can bake your brains out (what's left of them, anyway) in some generically bland condo, you short-sighted, evil, corporate-owned cunt. I hate you! 
This is war >:o(

The music winds down, and the light grows softer.

For the rest of the decent Americans and other people like me, I raise my glass of freshly squeezed organic lemonade in your direction, as I put my feet up on the wood railing of an old house somewhere in the Hudson River Valley region, watching another spectacular light show that's delivered free of charge by Mother Nature herself. 

Perfect pink and orange lighting.

It's some of the best light I've ever seen in our skies, which is also not a surprise to me, a long-time watcher of weather and clouds. I'm rooting for Planet Earth all the way, (which we are just a small part of, despite the blown up arrogance and tiny penis insecurity of some fucking on-air tool), every single day, with every seemingly "small" choice I make, many of them at the grocery store, when I choose local and fresh organic foods, higher priced as they may be than the high fructose shit on sale for a rip-off $.79, now that word has spread about food and beverage company's poison profits, the shit that also seeps into our groundwater and land with every acid rainfall we have, with yet another weirdo tropical storm that we endure. Who do you want to see win? I know my choice (and my conscience) is clear. Asshat.

Wow...

...pink and purple clouds say "goodnight"...

...to another perfect day in the Hudson Valley.

This is it

Snake oil salesman have been around since mankind invented the concepts of scarcity and abundance. The world still has small pockets of people who look to the land as the source for all their needs. They have no money, no property, no jails, no crime, none of the ups and downs that plague modern man. Of course, erratic climate changes caused by pollution are now putting these same cultures in danger, but woe be it to me to put that together with multinational conglomerates who sell cheap and addictive substances. That would be paranoid!

These villagers live according to the laws of Mother Nature. They are beholden to no one. Storms blow over their huts or drive away the fish and destroy crops. Not men. It is a life without artifice, a paradise of sorts that's based on reality. If a hurricane can decimate you and your neighbors, then there really is no need to invent phony sicknesses with quack cures and bogeyman that hide in the jungle at night.

 

Here in the Western World, we have no such luxuries. We invented a system that needs to be fed, and our lives and the land we inhabit is the price we pay for this mirage of prosperity. It's a psychosis that's gone beyond competing with the neighbors. It's about their destruction, albeit hidden behind a phony facade of "charity" while wrapping oneself in a flag and crying about the losses of Liberty. We are told what to buy, who we are based on what we buy, and what our purpose is in buying, from those among us whose best interest remains in maintaining the status quo. Do you really profit from their vested self-interest? Uh, no.

Let's be clear. We feed on greed to supply the need. We WANT beyond what we were designed as humans to handle and I have seen it drive people mad—doing things and then rationalizing them away in the exact same way any two-bit con does in jail about the break-in that went bad, resulting in two people dead. Your thoughts and your actions lead you somewhere, whether you admit it to yourself and those around you or not. This culture of "winning" based on lies and concealment is startling to buckle and crumble in this new time of transparency, and I am heartily ushering it in. Why? Because the hypocritical right-wing Senator who impregnates his mistress is finally getting his due. He's getting taped by her as he tries to blackmail and manipulate her into an abortion right after he stumped on the Senate floor about the "evils" of women's healthcare.

 

So. If you are someone who likes a steady diet of reality, welcome back. Let's pick up where we left off, with something to "feed your jones". It might come in handy the next time a Beverage Biggie wants to plead commerce and the joys of a supposed free market economy to you. You know, because it's all about "choices", not some artificially created campaign that's designed to pull you in based on your vulnerabilities. Nah. Can't be, right? I mean, that's how drug dealers operate and that's ILLEGAL. Conspiracy theories are for kooks and people who wear tin foil hats. But I say that a junkie by any other name is still an addict. Read on dear readers, and unplug from the matrix that surrounds you. There's gold to be had in selling snake oil and you are paying the price. Start making the connections.

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