When Winter Comes
In my job, I pretty much act as a scout.
I go out into cyberspace and beyond,
and I look deep into the landscape.
I look for tracks and for broken twigs.
I look for the signs that seem to point the way.
I look for how the wind is going to blow,
and for when the winter comes.
Will it be a big blow or will it just shake out the dead branches?
Will we respond to the real challenges that face us?
Or will we overshoot and collapse?
Can we change the way we transport ourselves?
Will gasoline be 8 dollars a gallon by Christmas?
Will the neocons get their wish and drag us into World War
or do they think that World War III is just a
viable election strategy?
They think that this is 1939 and that the Hezbollah peace is appeasement.
They think that a bunch of fundamentalist Islamic Mullahs
are Fascist, perhaps not knowing that Fascism is an unholy marriage
of big business, nationalism, and religious intolerance.
"a political system in which all power of government is vested in a person or group with no other power to balance and limit the activities of the government. Fascist governments are often closely associated with large corporations and sometimes with extreme nationalism and racist activities. Modern fascism is often called "CORPORATISM"
Will we once again focus on the important things?
Like football. And a new flatscreen. Or perhaps a new car?
I think of the fable of the ants and the grasshoppers.
And I wonder why the grasshopper doesn't just eat the ants.
I think of the light at the end of the tunnel,
and then I hear a train whistle.
I think of a light summer rain,
and then I see that the 30 somethingth day of triple digits
is most definitely making hay out of my grass
while the sunshines.
As I scout, I know that winter comes,
when the shadows grow long,
and the days begin to grow short.
I know that when winter comes,
that the time for gathering has ended.
And that the time to be prepared,
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