So we all just moved 20 seconds closer to global catastrophe by Nuclear Warfare and Climate Changes according to the Bulletin of the Atomic Scientists.

Their "doomsday clock" allegedly indicates the impending possibility for global meltdown grows ever closer.

This apocalypse could happen, but the fatalists such as those world leaders and Nobel Laureates who control this measure aren't the "be all and the end all" they might like to project.

The notion of world powers loosing nuclear weapons on an unsuspecting world is quite a bit below the threshold of international intelligence organizations and the climate change argument doesn't take into account that climate change is a cycle are repeats itself over the eons.

No, I am not some pollyanna viewing it all through rose colored glasses. I do indeed view the possibility for actions to come down. I just don't think they will be the meltdown being cautioned against.

More a localized event with recovery and devastating consequences for anyone so foolish as to perpetrate such an act thrusting those responsible into the dregs of recovery from the reactions of those affected and their allies.

Yeah, there are stupid people all around us. We may have to take our lumps ... but they surely will suffer theirs as well.
 

My sister had a little yellow chihuahua named Smiley.

He was an unobtrusive reasonably well mannered inclusion to their family and I always liked the little animal because of his timid nature and subsequent avoidance.

They had a number of these dogs including a large frankenstein version with a big head they called "Dude" and some other little sweet dogs that were lap pets of a sort ...

One day Smiley fell upon tragedy and was dragged off into the night kicking and screaming by a hungry coyote.

They heard him yelping off into the distance and it is the general consensus that he likely was consumed by the much larger canine then pooped out some 6 hours later.

Alas, poor Smiley, I knew him Horatio.

Needless to say something of a war ensued with coyotes meeting their own unfortunate ends at the barrel of a rifle. And now we have coyote mating season. It is said to pose a threat for pets. Given the fate of poor Smiley I can certainly see why.

It is said that coyotes typically mate in the winter and the season for this lasts til early March whereby they'll whelp pups about two months later.

State wildlife officials intimate that coyotes can become more aggressive toward dogs during this time of year. I personally don't see how the aggression could "increase" ... I think it's simply redirected. They are just looking for other animals upon which to prey, be they dogs, cats, mice, human toddlers on golf greens ... whatever.

It is thought that playing music may actually spook prowling coyotes and the free range companion animal is a natural target. Those suggestions for handling coyote encounters include acting a little aggressive towards them. Don't run, back away from them.

The threat imposed by these wild canines will end toward the end of March. Poor Smiley didn't have the benefit of light nor the protection of humans. He wandered out into his own yard at night after being let out to relieve himself.

Little do we know the consequences of our actions in some cases like the nocturnal coyote out for a nice meal of defenseless chihuahua.
 

Back in my youth there was Mrs Martha Robinson. She was my homeroom teacher and taught me two years of English at Horace O'Bryant Junior High School in Key West Florida.

She had a keen interest in literature and poetry in particular resulting in my total immersion in various examples of each.

One of those poets we studied was Lord Byron.

George Gordon Byron, 6th Baron Byron lived from January 22, 1788 through April 19, 1824 and was known as Lord Byron.

He was an English poet, nobleman and politician who became a revolutionary in the Greek War of Independence BUT in the context of 8th grade English literature he was first and foremost a leading figure in the Romantic movement in literature of his era.

He was worldly and socialized with Percy Bysshe Shelley and was known as something of a womanizer who sired a number of illegitemate children.

He was known for his literary skills not for his carousing and in the summation of him and his I can only say that our paths crossed through many books of literture as my life progressed beyond that cesspool which was public education despite those stellar efforts at my redemption by Mrs Robinson.
 

Darkness

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went—and came, and brought no day
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires—and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings—the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consum'd,
And men were gather'd round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those who dwelt within the eye
Of the volcanos, and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;
Forests were set on fire—but hour by hour
They fell and faded—and the crackling trunks
Extinguish'd with a crash—and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smil'd;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and look'd up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnash'd their teeth and howl'd: the wild birds shriek'd
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'd
And twin'd themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless—they were slain for food.
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again: a meal was bought
With blood, and each sate sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought—and that was death
Immediate and inglorious; and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails—men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devour'd,
Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay,
Till hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lur'd their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking the hand
Which answer'd not with a caress—he died.
The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying embers of an altar-place
Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage; they rak'd up,
And shivering scrap'd with their cold skeleton hands
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects—saw, and shriek'd, and died—
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
Famine had written Fiend. The world was void,
The populous and the powerful was a lump,
Seasonless, herbless, treeless, manless, lifeless—
A lump of death—a chaos of hard clay.
The rivers, lakes and ocean all stood still,
And nothing stirr'd within their silent depths;
Ships sailorless lay rotting on the sea,
And their masts fell down piecemeal: as they dropp'd
They slept on the abyss without a surge—
The waves were dead; the tides were in their grave,
The moon, their mistress, had expir'd before;
The winds were wither'd in the stagnant air,
And the clouds perish'd; Darkness had no need
Of aid from them—She was the Universe.

George Gordon, Lord Byron
July 1816

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