The last laugh will be on the climate change nay-sayers when the climate strikes back. Currently, nature is resisting, but not yet forcefully. First, it looks like mother nature is going to take back the honeybees. Mom always punished us by taking away the sweets first. This time, it is more than honey which will disappear. Next, it will be water. There will be plenty of water, but cities don’t survive well under water as sea levels rise. And humans don’t digest saltwater very well.
Humans are reacting stereotypically. Rather than take advice as to how to minimize harm to the planet, leaders adopt policies of how to protect institutions in place. I live in Indonesia. The capital is Jakarta, and it is sinking by measurable inches per year. Plans are underway to move the capital. There are no plans to decrease the vast amounts of discarded plastic bottles that overburden drainage systems and eventually become fish food. Not that plastic is the desired menu option of choice for the fish, but it has become unavoidable. There are no plans to stop the burning of fields on Indonesian islands in preparation for planting that result in smog and choking smoke blankets for Bangkok and Kuala Lumpur. We take daily advantages for ourselves; the rest of you are on your own.
Globalization is more than an annoying buzzword. It is an expression of the reality that all our actions have consequences that can be explored for our amusement in movies such as the “Butterfly Effect.” Humanity is accountable. Several religions offer the promise of a return of a supreme being, but this may take an unexpected twist. Decades ago in my youth, there was a popular advertising slogan for a product I cannot remember. But I remember the words.
“It’s not nice to mess with Mother Nature.”
About the challenge: Each Tuesday I will provide a photo prompt. Your mission, if you choose to accept the challenge, is to tell a story in 280 characters or less. When you write your tale, be sure to let me know in the comments with a link to your tale. This is important as I have noticed that some of the ping backs have not been working. If you would prefer to post your tale in the comments (some people have very specific blog themes but still want to participate), I am happy to post a link to your site when I post your tale in the Round Up.
I will do a roundup each Tuesday, along with providing a new prompt. And if for some reason I missed your entry in the Roundup, as I have occasionally done, please let me know. I want to be sure to include your tale.
Twittering Tales #135 – 7 May 2019
Photo by jplenio at Pixabay.com
A Little Rain…
“They’re calling it the storm of the century. I’m telling you, we need to get to the shelter…now!”
“You go on. Ain’t nothin’ but a thunder storm. People go crazy over a little rain!”
“Come over here. Look. You call that a thunder storm?”
“Holy crap! Where’s that shelter again?!”
Earlier, you crucified me. I promised to return; I’m back. Did you think I would come back as a bearded white tour guide to the heavens? I am all genders, all races, all of you, all. I created a perfect playground; you children try to destroy it. I am not amused. Play better.