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In Australia and across the world, hard working ants are seeing a plague of grasshoppers - who consume at such a fierce rate of knots that a Canberra parliamentary smorgasbord would disappear faster than a fact in an ABC documentary about climate change.

And a Washington DC or a Wellington Beehive could cut off the food and shut down the bain marie faster than Hunter Biden issuing some pipes to use for rather strange reasons and his father shutting down pipes that could have saved America.

Let us be honest:

Maybe. just maybe, back in 1975, a little baby girl was born in a hospital somewhere,  There was a storm, perhaps, at 5.36 am, and she was born. She was a pretty little thing. A bundle of love bound up in a fragile little package called a baby.

As her mother lay there, gazing with wonder into the eyes of this precious child, the father asked " what will we call her? " 

The mother said " Shirley. After Shirley Temple " and that was that. Imagine that?

We learn many things in life, from a range of different people and random events, and the course of our life.

It is always interesting to remember how things used to be, but much more hazardous to attempt to anticipate the future.

Yet poets and musicians did just that. Our loving animal companions help us on our road to a fireplace that we call " home. " 

 “We now live in a nation where doctors destroy health, lawyers destroy justice, universities destroy knowledge, governments destroy freedom, the press destroys information, religion destroys morals, and our banks destroy our economy ” – Chris Hedges

 The question you might ask these days: how did we weaponize everything in American life against ourselves? Can you name an institution that is not at war with the people of this land? The exact mechanisms for all that bad faith stand in plain sight these days, and persons responsible can be easily identified. What’s missing are discernible motives. For now, it just looks like the greatest collective act of ass-covering in history.

According to the clerics of the Green Cult, once we blow up our last coal mine, send all diesel engines to the wreckers, stop using concrete, reinvent sailing clippers, cover the grasslands with solar clutter and the hills with wind machines and then slaughter all of our cattle. . . global climate will become serene - not too warm, not too cold.

Wild weather will cease, and there will be no more droughts, floods, cyclones or snow storms and no more plant and animal extinctions.