Go to Mars or die? Why the Emissions Standards of Climate Accords are our last best chance at survival.
Here is a source that know far more than I. And is not as U.S. centric in view.
https://www.technologyreview.com/s/602852/how-bad-will-trump-be-for-climate-policy/?utm_campaign=internal&utm_medium=readnext&utm_source=item_3
Elon Musk is building ships to go to Mars. Saw this in Lo and Behold, the great Herzog movie about the Tech revolution and its effect for better or worse on humankind. A part of this movie was Musk, showing his plans. mars. He was grim. I wondered, a bit paranoid? But, since he's a genius, I thought he might know some things I don't. T read some grim facts about climate change.
They are simple and measurable. No mystery here.
1. Carbon emissions from fossil fuels are causing a rise in temperatures.
2. Global warming is happening at a faster rate than was anticipated by scientists.
3.The three worst polluters in the world are the U.S., China, and India
4. After much a treaty was finally concluded with minimum emissions standards
so that the people can continue to live on this planet.
5. The U.S. government approved the Climate Accords.
6. The emissions standards are now to be implemented in the U.S.
7. The agreement was that no country could pull out, until after 4 years.
The zeal to de-regulate business so it can better make more money for owners,
(tends to trickle up, not down) is a matter of opinion. Yet disregarding the Emissions
Standards in this time, means your grandkids, may be able to book a seat on Musk's
ships, if wealthy or just die, baked in an unhabitable Earth.
In my opinion whatever is done in 4 years that proves a mistake, can be undone, but
not the Climate Accords Agreement, the Emissions Standards. The zeal of one administration can damn the planet for all people, even your grandkids.
Debating the science is not the point. There is no time. My poem on this below, if you feel like reading. This is the major issue of our time. If you want to do something, this is worth teach-ins across the country, letters, marches whatever can raise consciousness.
THE FIRE MONKEY YEAR 2016
When nonspring
hop skips past non-winter,
Suddenly stopped
short for 10 degrees,
we are unused
to cold. Denial in snowed minds.
Climate
change? El Nino? Farmer’s Almanac
predicted
Southern comfort.
Yet what cosmic
lint enshrouds
Our clarity,
Oxygen,
direction
home?
THE RACE IS
ON.
NASA’s in. There’s
water on Mars.
Virgin Air’s
got the Elite
Colonies. Science
fact or
Alternate fiction?
Is the
Earth’s core solid, hollowed out,
inhabited by
humanoids shy of light?
We live with
low-lying slow moving masses of gray
clouds. Glimpses
of true blue—
deepen past our
midnight as
rockets
streak through cosmic muck.
THE RACE IS
ON
Money, sex,
comfort, technology, titiilations of infinite
minds. Finite is the unhidden truth, the stilling pulse
of a still living
planet in
the Year of
the Fire Monkey.
All hail our evolved primate selves, Innovative
and refined.
Original,
forward thinking, we pursue Excellence.
The sky’s
the limit.
THE RACE IS
ON.
Anthracite,
black gold
compressed in prehistoric swamps.
Dinosaurs sucked
into bog.
Humans
smother snug as bugs
in China’s
public square, Surrounded by
impenetrable
yellow smog, people watch a
movie screen
showing a lost blue sky
In New York
on a PATH screen are scenes of
previous
year’s lovely snow-dusted streets.
Watched by globally
warmed passengers
waiting
their infinite now.
But wait! Maybe it is El Nino?
THE RACE IS
ON.
Wherefore
the Zen Circle, the Golden Mean
to restore outsiders to
the source?
Is
reclamation yet improbably possible?
Plant trees, when we need instant rain forests?
Clean oceans? Rescue whales mysteriously beached?
Porpoises cannot escape mesh. Hope more money's
spent on alternative than fossil fuels? Hope
our
children’s children can discover
an uncinematic blue sky,
yearn for
beauty without end?
THE RACE IS
ON
The
big-brained homo sapien, like primate kin,
fights and
kills for territory, food, mates. Yet
no other
animal knowingly fouls its habitat.
Full of
inquiry, enterprise, appreciation of “perfection,”
Wardens of
Paradise Lost.
Will we ever gaze once more with astronaut eyes at
the truly awesome breathing
world?
Our Earth or in
another galaxy
filled with
the lucky ones not left behind?
THE RACE IS
ON?
The race is
not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise,
nor yet riches
To men of
understanding, nor yet favor to men of skill, but time and chance happeneth to
them all.
--Ecclesiastes
This is the
way the world ends? Not with a whimper
but a bang?—T.S. Elliott
“Commitment
is an act, not a word.—J.P. Sartre
By S.W.
1/21/16
1/21/16
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