Fucking Fly and Tao

I’m sitting on the deck and a few pesky flies just keep testing my patience. Finally, I’m fed up; stomp into the house and return with a fly swatter. In my best Pacino voice I scream, “Okay! Mutha Fuckers. Meet my LITTLE friend. It’s war! I’m going to stop reading and sipping my beer. I’m going to pick up this fly swatter and then my raison d’etre will be your death. Just fucking land, you …..”

Rage. Nah. Just drifted away from Tao. It happens (often). I feel guilty after a successful swat. My brain recognizes I’ve destroyed a incredible wonder of nature, but shortly rationalizes, “Yeah. Well, you broke that one mother fucker, but at least you didn’t break the mold.”

I ruminate on that and wonder if humankind has succeeded in breaking the mold. The Anthropocene Epoch is quite toxic. Increased our population but at what cost? Insect and bird populations are down 30% from

1970 levels (I don’t think that statistic accounts for the pesky fucker I just swatted. (swatted sounds so much nicer than killed,squashed, annihilated) ).

Gonna be funny when the Gulf Stream stops and Canada and the USA start into the new Ice Age. Reckon us white folk will have to illegally migrate to Guatemala. Shouldn’t be a problem. After all, that’s how we got here.