The Green New Deal is even more socially capacious than the old one, embracing as it does the need for universal health care, a guaranteed annual income, a program of affordable housing, commitments to truly clean water and air, and a revolution in the production of healthy food.
The fossil fuel industry intends to accelerate production, spending nearly $5 trillion in the next 10 years on developing new reserves. It is committed to ecocide.
The skies, the mesas, the old growth forests, the seas, and everything else, all the richness, beauty, diversity of our ecosystem doesn’t belong in Donald Trump’s wallet. It’s ours, not his. It belongs to all of us — and none of us — at the same time. That means our job, above all, is to protect it and so our children, all of them!
During bedtime my little spider monkey
asked what we’re doing about global warming
Adapting to climate change requires close attention to our natural environment.
Every day, private jets take off from London carrying a single passenger, mostly flying to Russia and the US. Each of them is filled with 32,000 litres of fuel. That’s as much fossil energy as a small African town might use in a year.
The ruling elites and the corporations they serve are the principal obstacles to change. They cannot be reformed. And this means revolution, which is what Extinction Rebellion seeks in calling for an “international rebellion” on Oct. 7, when it will attempt to shut down city centers around the globe in acts of sustained, mass civil disobedience.
Greta Thunberg has a message for world leaders at the United Nations this week: “We’ll be watching you.”
In an ongoing gesture of self-destruction, humanity has been tapping what might be thought of as Pyromaniacs, Incorporated, to run the world.
Considering that wealthier countries pollute more but are often shielded from the worst effects, how can responsibility be assigned for the harms of climate change? And more importantly, what is to be done?
This year’s floods and heat waves are but a fraction of what awaits the continent—unless a growing climate mobilization succeeds.
Summer is like old gold, dark with age. You feel its strength become mellow and pliable in the soft breezes. There is wisdom in the heat that still simmers along the edges of noon, as if it were trying to tell us that illness or aging are as natural as drawing breath.
Still, no one loves humans more than I do. How beautiful we are, at night calling to each other like owls, our loneliness barely masked, barely voweled into sound, the past calling to us like hungry ghosts…
Donald Trump would rather demonize desperate people than deploy the resources needed to attend to their claims in a timely way — or in any way at all.