Essay: A Storm is Coming

A storm is coming

I can't sleep tonight. I'm nervous, waiting and knowing a storm is on the way. Not the kind where the sky turns green and the animals get nervous, but the kind where my soul is restless and the hairs on the back of my neck are standing straight up. The storm is enveloping the world, and I fear it could send us back to the Dark Ages. We are entrenched in Iraq, slaughtering and being slaughtered. The Israelis and Palestinians continue murdering each each other. Pakistan and India, mortal enemies, have nukes. Iran has threatened that oil will cost $200 a barrel if the UN imposes sanctions on their country. Fidel is sick and old, and surely if he dies, there will be a fight for power, with the US interfering at every turn. Chavez is convinced the U.S. wants him dead, and history tells us he may be right. We have deposed democratically elected government officials through black ops for eons now. Millions of Americans have no heath insurance and no job security. Greedy corporations raid pensions and workers are left with nothing to sustain them in their old age. Home foreclosures are skyrocketing and people are pawning their possessions to buy one tank of gas to get them to thier minimum-wage jobs, which barely provides them with absolute basic necessities. We don't trust our electoral system, convinced we will Dieboled and disenfranchised, again. Our president is infantile, a dry drunk, spoiled, arrogant, disengaged, and surrounded by "yes" men (and that includes Condi). He has zero diplomatic skills, is despised worldwide, and is an embarrassment and humiliation to all of us. He loves war, as long as he doesn't have to actually fight it. Our Congress is corrupt beyond belief. Government-funded stem cell, which could save countless lives, is dead in the water. Global Warming is wrecking havoc on our magnificent Earth and yet we continue to pollute and refuse to conserve. Our media, with the exception of Keith Olbermann, has become government propogande. We are despised around the world, and whatever moral authority we had is gone, blown away like a dandelion in the breeze. There is no shelter anymore. A storm is coming.