Thread by @JeffAndDonkeys

I approve of Rachel and her work, but - we live in a society, a country, where this news article will be reprinted every 3 days forever except with new names.
Same with climate disasters. #IPCC reports.
I don't go to movies, but if I correctly understand the premise of Groundhog

https://twitter.com/SageIsis/status/1516805708112531461

2. Day, we live in it.
I am not in any way exaggerating when I tell you that I have been listening to the same promises and predictions of pie in the sky tomorrow, carbon free energy and poison free plastic, free free electricity from free free sources -

3. Y'all, I'm about to turn 75. I have been listening to this horseshit since grade school. I believed in it in grade school.
I've been writing since grade school. I was writing essays about electricity being too cheap to meter, because Ike said so.
Ike gave us the Interstate,

4. well actually Hitler thought up the Interstate, but Ike thought it was a great idea. Put the whole continent on a war transportation footing.
I was nine years old, and I remember it. We drove back and forth from Kansas City to Council Bluffs every summer and Christmas,

5. or sometimes rode the train.
Two lane concrete, over the hills and through the dales, yellow lines and roadside attractions. We went through every little town, a spiderweb of resource concentration and distribution centers, all the countryside filled with farms, families,

6. The Interstate fixed all that. Going through all those towns just wasted time. Roads weren't for getting to the next place, they were for getting to the far place.
The trains died. Federal money built four, six, eight lanes of concrete, 70 miles an hour, stop when you

7. damn well pleased, and Dinah Shore sang, See the Usa in your CHEVrolet, and even though we drove Fords we signed up. Fuck all those little towns.
The people in the little towns, as it turned out, all said the same thing. The farms, the towns, the 25 mph poke through 20

8. Consecutive town squares ended, but not before the consolidating farms and the vanishing farm families brought the little towns down, ghosted them, pretty soon not even passing travelers to stop at the store. Everything moved out onto the highway, more pavement, frontage roads

9. We traded one set of problems for another. My parents were thrilled they were going to get an Interstate to Council Bluffs, except by the time it was build, Pop was felled by strokes, all the grandparents were dead except Grandma in a nursing home down here, Jeff was in the

10. war in Vietnam, and it was 1969.
We hadn't invented mass shooting strangers, mass school shootings, all those glories were in the future, even though you could lay your hands on a Thompson submachine gun pretty easy and professionals used them to kill one another. Retail.

11. When the chart below starts I was in about 6th grade. The first graphed year, 1960, I was in the 8th grade. In those dark days, in Kansas City, 8th grade happened in the local public high school, Southeast in my case.
This is a chart of my memory. All these events.

12. I wrote this back in 2017. Regular readers will see several positions from which I have evolved, and new readers may wonder what the Hell is going on here anyway.
But I still stand behind the general thrust of it.
nopackagedeals.com/2017/07/13/dod…

13. Many who read my tweets consider me to be extreme. One of the most common prefaces to comments on my work over these years has been, "I don't agree with everything Jeff says, but..."
Yeah, sometimes I'm not sure about him myself. Don't feel bad.
But.
I have been listening to

14. this very same line of shit for over twice as long as most of the people pushing it at me today have been alive.
I'm sorry. It ain't happening. Think up something which can be executed by actual humans on actual Earth, because without exception, forever,

15. the technical final solution to climate change and all those other bullets is, even right now today, on the drawing board, and there are promising results.
Fifty. Years. Ago. I was already getting suspicious of this line of shit.
Fifty years ago.
It's no better now.