Some days are sunny, funny, bright days, with laughter, humour and merry whistling and chortling. But always I come back to humming and mumbling this little tune : “we’re in the doo-doos”, sung of course, to the Gold Diggers film song of 1933, substituting the word “money”.
We are in deep, steaming, reeking piles of muck with Climate Change. There’s no two ways about it. It’s pure, unadulterated, fetid crappola :-
Well, at least the Sixth and possibly final Great Extinction of Life on Earth will make some great compost, just in case anything survives that needs feeding.