The last post? (Feeble trumpet toot)

Well, after a prolonged absence from tinterweb, and after a barrage of upsetting, depressing and downright hysterical media, I have decided to (susp?)end this blog until I feel sufficiently encouraged/irritated by society's progress/probable doom.
I fear that I may not be writing for some time...
However, I would like to continue the tradition of starting off ranting, continuing to rant, and finishing on a particularly meaningful section of aforementioned rant.

Right, so the way I see it, we are all going to die. Though the way humanity is going, we are going to die quickly, in three specific ways. Warning: contains strong themes of doom.

Number one is a method favoured by chef's: First we shall be marinated in a salty sauce of melting glaciers and polar ice caps; next minute boiled, electrocuted and pummelled by extreme weather conditions as the Gulf stream goes haywire, and then either frozen or gently steamed as the planet goes into deep-freeze/meltdown. Not to mention the whole rainforest thing, but then the chefs were busy using them as fuel for the barbeques.

Number two concerns society as a whole turning violently cannibal and trying to eat itself, and then curling up into tiny factions nursing their injuries, while the crumbling pillars of civilisation cheerfully rain their ashes down upon them. Anarchy becomes king, millions are killed in wars, multinational companies blame each other and brag about whose debts are the biggest, politians are recognised for the crooks they are and staked throught their hearts. Ahem.

Number three is most prominant at the moment: the global food crisis. In a nutshell, we in the West eat far too much than is good for us; farm too efficiently, using dangerous chemicals and producing food surplusses; not efficiently enough and using ludicrous amounts of land for not much useful output; inporting too many products from starving countries which we could grow ourselves... Yakkety-yak, the list goes on.
And then, just as we think it can't get any worse; that we've made a complete hash of the market and that no-one, not even George W. Bush could have performed worse (snigger), along comes China, and demands a Supersize Big Mac with fries please. When we tell them politely that they really oughtn't to follow our idiotic ways, the developing world throws a tantrum, and aims a lot of pointy weapons at us. Which leads us back to number two...

Anyway, that was quite fun to write, but I must be off now lest I think of any more negativity and start sitting in a corner cutting myself...

Solidarity, and hope for the future,
Anna.