I’ve had it. Your Creative Greenius has reached his tipping point.
The more I learn about the latest news on climate change and how much time we really have left to do anything about it, the more I feel like like the late Italian political theorist, Antonio Gramsci, who wrote in his Gramsci: Letters from Prison,
“I’m a pessimist because of intelligence,but an optimist because of will.”
And it is that will that makes me declare that enough is enough, damn it. New evidence is presented every single day of the weekit’s time to act decisively now. But we are not living in sane times. We are living in the Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs era. that would convince any sane person that
With greenhouse gases pouring into the skies and building up faster than the deficit with each passing day; with the price of coalelectric rates soaring up up up across the country; and with sell-out lizard brain politicians pimping oil as they croak out, “Drill here! Drill now! Hell, drill my wife if it means I’ll get your vote!”; the Greenius is taking matters into his own hands and going solar.
I can’t wait any longer. It’s either go solar, or go postal and believe me, nobody wants a Rambo Greenius. I’m dangerous enough with a broom in my hands.
Continue reading ➞ Shove That Coal Back In Its Hole – The Greenius Goes Solar
Writing about green issues is one thing, but venturing out into the great wide open and getting in touch with my inner Ed Begley Jr. enviro-angelist self by interacting with my neighbors and fellow citizens of the South Bay beach communities of Southern California is where the rubber meets the road. Or where the Greenius meets the people who never read this blog and aren’t looking for my brand of creative.
I’m just some middle-aged moke in a Hawaiian shirt to them and they don’t really give a good cahoot whether I’m worried about climate change tipping points or how many parts per million of CO2 are in the atmosphere. Most of the time they just want to know if I’m going to help carry the boxes to and from the car.
Continue reading ➞ Greenius For The People
In an attempt to locate “the good old days” I went back in the Creative Greenius time machine yesterday, but I could only afford enough gas to get us to January of 2008. It seems like so long ago, doesn’t it? We all looked so much younger then… when the Botox prices were still affordable. Back in January, “the problems in Georgia” were still about Michael Vick and dog fighting; Hillary Clinton and John Edwards each still thought they’d be the next President; while John McCain was trying to decide between Polident or Fixodent. I could wax nostalgic for January all post long… but I digress.
Continue reading ➞ Clean Coal, Healthy Cancer & Evil Jesus – Did I Mention Safe Green Nuclear?
“When the going gets weird, the weird turn pro.” — Hunter S. Thompson
Times have never been weirder here in the land of your Creative Greenius where even the 99 Cent Stores cannot buck the psychological impacts of this virtual recession being experienced by avatars everywhere. Earthquakes, fires, budget deficits and Real Estate that isn’t quite so “real” anymore and no longer feels like any kind of “estate” has harshed our mellow here in the Golden State.
It’s times like these when I invite The Man Who Knows over for a visit. I don’t really want to see him when everything is copacetic because part of what makes the good times so good is not having The Man Who Knows around telling you what you don’t want to hear.
But today’s weirdness calls for some simple truths and The Man Who Knows wasted no time in laying them on me as he lay on my couch.
Continue reading ➞ DRILLING US TO DEATH: “Welcome To The Gas Chamber,” Says The Man Who Knows
If you know the Creative Greenius then you know how much I like to laugh and how I crave a clever comedy.
From The Daily Show to 30 Rock to The Simpsons to anything Albert or James L. Brooks do, I like me some laughs.
In fact I need me some laughs – especially when so much of what I learn every day about climate change and how much worse it gets with each passing 24 hours adds up to us being as doomed as doomed can be.
But thank God for John Maverick McCain, who refuses to be worried about the serious facts and goes for the funny bone every chance he gets.
In a world of bad news and inconvenient truths the good old Straight Talk Express is still chugging along like a coal-fired comedy choo-choo making us all laugh out loud.
Continue reading ➞ Funniest. Candidate. Ever. McComedian In The House