The northlondonhippy

Yo homies, what up?

Besides the cost of petrol and your cholesterol!

I wouldn’t worry about your cho­les­terol all that much, mat­ter of fact, I’d advise you to have the whipped cream on everything!

I’d actu­ally advise indulging your­self in every con­ceiv­able way at every pos­si­ble oppor­tu­nity. I know, that’s what I usu­ally endorse, but this time its with good reason.

James Love­lock, the man who dreamt up GAIA THEORY and a host of other envi­ron­men­tal mod­els, says that we’re way beyond the tip­ping point as far as the envi­ron­ment is con­cerned and only have until around 2020 before the seri­ous shit hits the seri­ous fan and most of us croak.

Here, check it out for your own badass self by read­ing this inter­view with him from the Guardian a cou­ple of days ago. Go on, CLICK HERE, it’s inter­est­ing reading…

What’dya think?

I thought, make mine a dou­ble vodka and I’ll have the 2 girl exec­u­tive spe­cial, please!

Reject his assess­ment if you wish, that’s what hap­pened with many of Lovelock’s pre­vi­ous claims…until they were accepted uni­ver­sally as fact. The guy’s a vision­ary, I’d heed his words.

The truth is, no one seems that both­ered. This story is only cur­rently run­ning 2nd most pop­u­lar on the Guardian web­site, after the lat­est in the US pres­i­den­tial cam­paign in first place.

Quite frankly, even though this is sin­gu­larly the most impor­tant issue fac­ing the planet today, most of us would just rather not know. Oh yeah, we say, cli­mate change, isn’t that a bitch?

I don’t think any of us truly grasp the enor­mity of what may be com­ing, if we indeed believe the experts…and our own eyes!

I’m not exactly Mr. Nature, but even I can see the plants and ani­mals react­ing to the changes in cli­mate. For fuck’s sake, I have some weird pur­ple flow­ers bloom­ing in my gar­den today! I’ve seen hon­ey­bees buzzing about! None of that can be good!

So what does all this really mean? I don’t know…higher temps, more heat related deaths, the seas rise, Lon­don floods, trop­i­cal dis­eases and pests move fur­ther north, the food runs out, oil runs out, money becomes use­less, soci­ety degen­er­ates into some post apoc­a­lyp­tic night­mare and then we all die.

Well, all except the rich and the pow­er­ful, they flee to their secret bunkers at the north and south poles, where they hun­ker down for gen­er­a­tions, until the planet calms itself down again and sur­face life becomes pos­si­ble again.

Pleas­ant dreams…

All this stuff leaves me think­ing one thing: I need a gun. No, not for self-preservation, but pre­cisely the oppo­site. If it all really does go as bad as they’re sug­gest­ing, I want a sure fire method of spar­ing myself all this non­sense and a bul­let through the skull is the only guar­an­teed method I know.

In the mean time, order the steak, can­cel your pen­sion and smoke ‘em if you got ‘em, there’s not all that much more time left, so enjoy!

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