Religio-Politics 101: Christian Death Wish–Apocalypse Soon?

The difference between me and the Christian Apocalyptics is that they want the End of Days; I don’t. Michelle Bachmann (remember her?) even actively encourages it, suggesting that the Iran nuclear deal would fit that business plan perfectly—great. And most mainstream Christians aren’t much better, they some of the world’s biggest consumers, they and their suburbs and Subarus and eight-lane freeways and store-bought freedoms, life measured by toys in the attic and needles for the addict…

Of course what we have in common is that we both see the poop hitting the ventilator soon and life as we know it coming to an unceremonious end. Once again, though, they’re expecting some kind of rapture, while I’m looking for massive social disruptions and an economic crash that will… (wait for it)… likely solve the cause of the problem—eventually. By then, of course, it’ll be too late by some people’s reckoning and we’ll never get back to where we are today—good. Today sux…

The only question is whether we’ll regress 100 years or 1000 years or 10,000 in the normal measures of ‘development’, the less the better, of course, for an easy controlled letdown. One hundred years ago was the Golden Age of physics, so hardly a Dark Age. Einstein grew up without a car, an air conditioner, or an automatic dishwasher. Was his life any worse than mine? I doubt it. Nor was that of Plato or Jesus, they together my favorite three people of all time, and none the worse for lack of conveniences.

Fifty miles/ninety kilometers away from me is the border of Mexico. The average bloke there has no A/C, same temps as here, no heating either, though a few do, obviously—the rich. I lived for a decade in the north of Thailand, no heating or a/c. You learn to adapt. But the epiphany came long ago in the woods of Mississippi, forty years ago, where I built my little cabin in the woods in which to retire at the ripe old age of twenty-one. I lived there for five years with no electric grid whatsoever, just a hardwood old-growth canopy, and those were some of the happiest days of my life. That was a different era, though…

Modern civilization is a house of cards, destined to fall, playing poker from a stacked deck, captive to capitalism, victims of the pyramid scheme, fools of our own devices, push-button this and one-click that, the names change but the idiot-level click-bait stays the same: push-button cars, counter-top blenders and eight-track tapes all gone the way of extinction, sacrificial lambs to the Gods of novelty and false convenience…

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it to my dying day: it doesn’t have to be this way. The seeds of future success have already been planted and only await the rubbish to be moved out of the way: the automobiles, the air-conditioners and the badly-drawn blueprints, especially. Let there be tall treed canopies to shade our houses and broad wooden breezeways to cool them off…

Let there be bicycles wheeling, but not dealing, down creek-lined paths and convenient places to take a dip. Let life be for living and enjoying, all races and genders equal, under the eyes of God and rulers… And, oh yeah, you can keep the Internet. That’s the only modern convenience worth having…

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