As my older brother lay dying of terminal cancer/COPD; he told his daughters: “I will not go gentle into that good night – I will fight,” and proceeded to live that statement day after day when doctors predicted he would be dead. If there can only be one end; then it matters all the more how you face it – so I’m returning to the battlefield of human worth with a renewed commitment. And . . . Oh, yes; I’ve been pulling my punches with the previous books – it’s time to go toe-to-toe with our evil times. This book is an in-your-face challenge to those people who refuse to show their face: And if they won’t come into the light – I’ll bring the light to them.
If someone were to ask you to do something; if there were even the smallest chance of it injuring your child – you would say; “No, I won’t gamble with the life of my child.” But when technologies inherently risk all life on earth – you are willing to take that small chance; for a small benefit.
If words like “Extinction,” and “Apocalypse” are written too big for anything but videogames and movies: you need to step back a bit.
We now have the power to do incalculable things — and we have authorities who are eager to use that power.
Government isn’t impersonal; it’s personal. It’s a matter of life and death. . . January 15, 2022.
I was talking to a neighbor today about the weather and the state of things – and he announced that his family had made plans for leaving New York State. Since the County removed rural sheriff’s patrols as being “too expensive” – He won’t even let his kids ride their bikes on Lansingville Road. “I’m planning on leaving” is a phrase that crops up in almost every conversation with younger families – while “I can’t afford to leave” is the sad statement of the elderly just trying to survive.
The millionaire farmers who have taken over give criminals free rein; as long as they don’t cut into their profits – and our once neighborly and hard-working rural community has become a dumping ground of rentals for the county’s unwanted: an Ag Ghetto of drugs, poverty, and crime.
New York policy makers are like someone who refuses to learn to swim — but when they start to drown — they pull down everyone around them while trying to keep their heads above water.