Friday, October 28, 2011


Wendy sent me a linke to a marvellous little poem about the impending apocalypse - that is, the way in which every generation has its own set of apocalptical predictions.  I normally abhor poetry but this I like.  Not to say poetry is bad, mind, just that it generally isn't my cup of tea.

Go read the poem!

Not to diminish the fact that nuclear weapons, global warming or the second coming (okay, maybe not that) are actual threats and need to be taken seriously but we need to understand that hysteria and doomsaying will do nothing to solve the problem.  The solution, as always, lies somewhere in the realm of careful examination and measured responses.

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