You guys, I am sorry again about the lack of blogitude. I'm going to try once again to get this thing back on schedule, which means, every Thursday (in case you haven't been hanging around here for a while). There's been a lot going on (hence the lack of blogitude, among other things.) Stuff tends to develop in my life faster than I can write it down, or type it, or whatever. But it's Thursday, so here I am.
You'd think, with everything that's been happening in the news lately, I'd have a plethora of stuff to blog about. There was the clerk in Kentucky who wouldn't issue marriage licenses and got to be world famous for, well, basically being an asshole, as far as I can tell (and I doubt we're finished yet; let's check back on Monday and see). There was the airplane that caught fire in Las Vegas, during which, miraculously, no one was hurt (and if it had been an American plane, the death toll would have been staggering; try evacuating an airplane in a hurry with the amount of space you have between rows these days). There was Donald Trump saying whatever he's said lately. Finally, there were something like 800,000 people pouring out of Syria and into Europe, the pitiful European response, the even more pitiful American response (we'll take 5,000 of them. Next year. Maybe.) and the great big mess that's going to remain no matter what happens in Europe (let's see a show of hands; how many think it's only a matter of time before Angela Merkel starts cramming refugees onto cruise ships and sending them over here to the States? Yep, that's what I thought).
So let's talk about those people from Syria for a minute, if we may.
Mass migration of human beings is not something that's going to stop, people. It's just getting started, in point of fact. In the next 20-30 years, we're going to have to evacuate Kiribati due to rising sea levels. Throw in Vanuatu and Tuvalu (both Pacific island nations with a maximum elevation of about 4.2 meters) and that's about 360,000 more people that will need new homes. And let's not forget about Bangladesh. It'll be underwater pretty soon too, and that'll make the current European mess look pretty minor (unless all 156 million Bangladeshis can fit onto their one 1052-meter mountain peak). Yes, I did say 156 million. Give or take fifty thousand or so. All we need to make the mass migration over a billion is to hit China with a once-in-a-hundred-years typhoon on its heavily populated east coast--something that's bound to happen sooner or later.
Where are we going to put everybody? Where are we going to find enough food and jobs and a decent education for everybody? These are not rhetorical questions. We just think we're not going to live to see it actually happen. In all probability, we'll be reborn right in the middle of it. Well, I will be, anyway. Unless I get enlightened this time around and decide not to come back, which honestly, I can't see happening.
(A couple of months ago I did a blog post about the clash between Mormon and Buddhist views of the afterlife, and who would probably win. Answer: Mormons. Buddhists keep disappearing to be reborn. Damned inconvenient, that.)
So ponder that, and get back to me when you have some ideas. Meanwhile, back here in the First World, I am once again looking for work. It's a long story and not that interesting, but if you know anybody who needs a paralegal, I'm fine with anything except possibly litigation. I might just be done with litigation forever. I'd say I'm done with being a paralegal forever, but tuition at guitar-building school is around $10,000 and the unemployment rate is pretty high. Besides, I like things legal. Just other things legal. I'm thinking about bankruptcy, or maybe criminal law, or even finance as long as it's not mortgage lending. Or heck, maybe I'll get a job at Starbucks. I'm certainly spending enough time there, perusing the Internet in search of work and just incidentally writing blog posts. And I've gotta get back to that first thing. So cheers, y'all.