July 18, 2019
Leadership Notes
Arrgghh…is it The Great Heat Dome? Summer Scorcher 2019? Heat Stroke City? Blazeaggedon 2019? Or Satan's Summerfest? I need to know what to call that which will cause me to spontaneously combust the moment I step outside. It is normal to have heat waves in the summer, right?
About a week ago, I commenced my global warming hyperbole media watch, and three days in I wasn't disappointed. The USA Today headline trumpeted something like, "If You Think It's Hot Now, Just Wait a Few Years." Something like that. The point being…well, since I didn't dare venture past the headline {I didn't want my vacation sullied by such gloom-and-doom speculation} I could only surmise the point: We are all headed to a hasty demise akin to some poor pig roasted over a spit for an end of summer cookout. Doomsday scenarios always conclude with a stinking pile of awfulness.
I've never been big on apocalyptic speculation. {We could have a nice conversation sometime on what The Revelation to John is really all about.} No time for that here. All I know is most religions need an apocalyptic metaphor. And global warming fills that purpose for the religion of secular humanism. It's an apocalyptical catastrophe we created and we can end. How convenient. I recognize how snarky that last observation sounds. Blame it on the brain-frying effects of Heatwave City!
Keep Cool and Carry On,
Richard
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