The Harponado and the End Times

Sometimes these days I feel like a guy in a boat who can see a massive thunderstorm bearing down on him.

But can't row fast enough to escape it.

Can't shake the feeling that Mother Nature is angry, and that we're on the verge of a cataclysm. 

And in the Globe today Jared Bland takes that feeling all the way to the End Times. 

Despite seeming reasonable in other areas of my life, I believe that we are quite likely living in or near the fabled end times. Not necessarily a Book of Revelations type of end; now it’s easier to imagine a secular version caused by climate change, which is quite possibly irreversible, or nuclear war. Both options seem more probable at this point than an assemblage of horseman.

And I think that this belief is increasingly common. That, whether it’s articulated as such or not, it’s becoming easier and easier to feel that the shadow hanging over us isn’t just another massive rain cloud. That it’s something bigger, something worse. And that it’s moving in awfully quickly.

And who can blame him eh? When everywhere you look these days from the news to the movies all you see is ecological catastrophe, economic upheaval, and the Zombies of the Apocalypse.

And that was before it started raining sharks...


For what could else could explain that? Or this?

But the kind of escapism that comes from this kind of resignation:

I carry this particular light with a feeling approaching joy, because believing in the end makes the present so much better. We’ve all been asked what we would do if we had hours, days, weeks or months left, a thought experiment meant to compress our passions and compassions into hard jewels of meaning.

Believing that our age’s crescendo of disaster, its heightened hatred, is the beginning of the end allows us to take those priorities out of the realm of the theoretical. It permits the type of emotional honesty that might otherwise be deemed maudlin or excessive. It allows us to think and feel and act in ways we otherwise might deny ourselves. It encourages us to be more direct, more honest, more loving. It says, in fact, that we must.

I know where this pervasive gloom comes from. From the young people staring at a bleak future. From the old people feeling their end times looming. From all those who feel helpless to shape the future, in a system corrupted by ignorance and greed. 

Or those who dream of a better world, but live in a country like Harperland. Where all is fake and grubby and hope goes to die.

But all I know is that I could NEVER surrender so easily to the evil forces that are wrecking this country and this planet. I don't see these troubled times as the beginning of the end, just the end of the beginning. Not a time of resignation, a time for greater RESISTANCE.

A time to fight the REAL sharks before they claim more victims. 

A time to organize, unite, take back our country, believe in the future again. Write our own history.

Make our own disaster movies...



Which of course is one of the reasons I blog eh? Not just to speak out against the atrocities of the Harper regime, and all the other Cons of this world.

But to cheer up progressives of all ages, and encourage them never to surrender to the gloom of this age. For the future does belong to us no matter how bleak it appears right now.

And of course to remind the real sharks of the world that THEIR End Time is almost here.

For as I said the other night, they too should see the coming storm...



And know that it's also coming for THEM.

For you don't need to be a weatherman to know which way the wind is blowing eh?

Even in our distracted world.

Or there will be justice.

Or there will be TROUBLE...


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