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Marrakech. (On the Future of the Environment.)

by @trevor-blevins

I write this from a library under the watchful gaze of Voltaire, Having read that the future of Earth's water is being debated in Morocco. Isn't there a Utilitarian part of us all that strives to save our home, And rejects the notion that we must shit where we eat to make progress? Gambling becomes dangerous when you begin to stake declining resources. There is no turning back, and there is little optimism from Millennials who shall inherit the rotting infrastructure. Nothing is dramatic or blown out of proportion when the President can't acknowledge that there's something seriously wrong with a giant hole in the ozone. Herr Trump, where is the ice going? Would you sell the penguins for profit? Tell the Polish Brigade that legal workers will restore this country's ideal greatness. Tell them sincerely. Reagan spouted that it was Morning in America, and I imagine the Trumpites feel the same. What is morning, anyway, when you can't see the sun for the smog?
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Nov 10, 2016
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#modern#election#trump#enviroment
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