The Bleat:
I was a Rosicrucian for a while, back in my early teen days. It was a quasi-religion you could join by clipping a coupon out of a Popular Mechanics magazine and sending away for a portfolio of wisdom. Couldn’t make heads or tails of it, and it seemed like Masonry without the fezzes.The Screedblog:
Peak oil and bird flu, that’s the new toxic cocktail. When I was growing up I was told that oil was done and an ice age would begin around the same time we had a world-wide famine and overpopulation so great the people would be jammed in dying cities in sweaty writhing tubercular heaps. In these dystopian visions, however, the long grinding death of the earth was a consequence, not an act of volition. Not any more. In a review of James Howard Kunstler – he has three names, which makes him fifty percent more important than Jonathan Schell – we are informed that the planet has had enough of us...Read 'em both.
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