As the sun rises over the baked and burning land of Too-Hot Carrollton, Texas, the clouds have decided to finally give us a break. It rained today. And that is significant in the land where Texas Republican government flatly states that climate change is a hoax, and fracking and drilling for oil and natural gas are the best thing in the world for all. I can’t breathe because the drought out west, caused by this hoax, has led to the world being on fire in more literal ways than Texas Senator Ted Cruz ever thought to scare toddlers with. Smoke from California makes the air difficult for someone like me to breathe. I have lung problems from a long ago encounter with farm chemicals. Texas officially recommends that instead of complaining, I should just try to conserve air, and only breathe every other day. I am doing my best, but turning a little blue.
Matthew 5:44&45 says; “However, I say to you: continue to love your enemies and pray for those persecuting you; that you may prove yourselves sons of your Father who is in the heavens, since he makes his sun rise upon wicked people and the good and makes it rain upon righteous people and unrighteous.”
So, I take note of that, and appreciate that the unrighteous are sharing the cooling rain… whether I believe in the words of the Bible or not. The Bible says many things that are very true, in spite of the fact that there are many people praying for the destruction of me and my kind (people who actually think for themselves) and basing those curses and ill wishes on what the Bible says. Of, course, they call it “cherry-picking the Bible” when they pick out isolated verses and use them to justify not doing their clerky jobs or condemning immigrants and people of the wrong color. I often think of it as being more of the “rancid lemon-picking of the Bible” myself. There is a lot of cow poop in that wondrous old book if you look for it. And I have personally read the entire Bible twice with numerous re-reads of many of the good parts. Where, then, does a heathen like me look for salvation? Buckminster Fuller, of course.
Who the hell is Buckminster Fuller, you say? Well, he is hero of mine from high school where I learned about him from a beloved Math teacher who told me about his efficient use of construction theory mathmetics in things like Bucky balls and geodesic domes . Yes, it is in fact a nerd thing. Bucky is a demigod to me, almost as much as Jesus of Nazareth. Here is a website you can read about him at, and hopefully learn to love him as much as I do; https://bfi.org/!!!
The truth is, I believe science will do as much to ultimately save our souls as religion does. But the point here is clear. We must learn to love and value 100% of our fellow human beings. Even the ones who hate us and insist that their right to make huge profits outweighs my right to breathe fresh air.
As the sun sets, reddened by the smoke from western fires, this suffering cowboy wishes to acknowledge that a fellow blogger, Angie Trafford, wrote this blog It Had To Be Said and made me twist the lemon-juicers of my brain about how to make people appreciate others more. So appreciate her and the people she passionately defends. I know Bucky would.
Catch a Falling Star 