NEXT

Fires, floods, stop!

Everything's fine.

It's all fine, I changed my mind. And no cop out to term limits in some Buddhist kalpa. It goes on. The universe does pretty well with or without us. Right here and now is apples in our pie. Add a pinch of cinnamon.

Here's an ad even more compelling than thermonuclear ~ yeah I know, another favorite rant! ~ weapons. The earth is bigger than anything we can muster. And it's Mom speaking: You people have pissed me off!

No?

But she's really, really pissed. She's crying. Glaciers and pole caps streaming down into our laps, lapping up round the hems of our cities. It's getting our attention. Just fine.

If not tomorrow maybe next week, your neighbor says, Damn it's hot! You wipe your brow and agree.

The bully pulpit has spoken. It's a hoax, and the Paris agreement is a bad deal. And what else isn't happening that was promised? And we need this. It focuses attention in a way the caricature never intended.

They're doubling down with extra determination – one hundred and ninety five nations he turned his back on. It's a tipping point, no?