Friday, June 19, 2009

Too Late, She Cried

Even if we stop burning oil and stop generating electricity with coal, even if we stopped pumping carbon into the atmosphere completely, the planet will still continue heating up for the next sixty years, such is the mess we've made of it.

We're gonnas, I tell you.

Kiss ya kids goodbye.

I'll chuck my cat under the chin.

And I'll meet you at the abyss.


4 comments:

Adaptive Radiation said...

Such a pessimist...think how nice Melbourne would be in the winters (we'd just have to move to New Zealand for the summer but that's a small price to pay). And penguins. The'll be no more bloody penguins (penguins are sooo overrated).

FletcherBeaver said...

Oh, I had to make a haste retreat from Sircuit last night because of an over-baring, drunk new Zeelunder with vomit on his breath. Do even speak to me about them today.
What do you have against penguins?

Adaptive Radiation said...

Ok. I admit it. I have nothing really against penguins per se. It's hard to hate an animal that trades sex for stones.

FletcherBeaver said...

The world would be a happier place, if we could all be so relaxed.