The New Orleans Saints won the Superbowl in order to prove that serious climate change is challenging humanity.
Or what I really meant to say was that, by bringing attention to the City of New Orleans just as the Nation’s Capital was getting buried in an epic snow, the Who Dat Saints also brought attention to the fact that the Big Easy has still not recovered from the Big Flood engineered by the Army Corp of same after their ill-constructed levees broke during a visit from a nasty tourist named Katrina.
Or what I really meant to say was that, despite the shallow (or on-purpose cynical) misunderstanding of the nature and implications of climate change by those who are quite certain it has nothing to do with billions of tons of carbon being pumped into the atmosphere to support our air-conditioned style of Modern Living, the confluence of both overheated tropical storming and overcooled, overmoistened northern storming simply suggests that yes: much as the scientific models have predicted, we are now subject to a pattern of weather extremes that rather strongly suggest a period of climate flux.
Or what I am really getting at is, I am not quite convinced myself that the matter of weather patterns parting from their historical norms is due more to pollution than to over-attention (or new attention, anyway) much as, say “autism” is a diagnosis based on perception and new attention rather than a sudden huge increase in sickly children. Does anybody recall there were always those kids in class who were somehow just “different” or unfortunately “weird” or oddly “quiet”? Now they’re victims of “autism spectrum syndrome”. Fine. But they’re still the same kinds of kids, and probably showing up in the same amounts.
Or what I am really saying is, even though I am not convinced that humans are the cause of global climate change, I think it more or less stands to reason we may have a role in it. And in a way, the whole “global warming” debate obscures the real action item for the industrialized carbon-based beings swarming the planet these days (eg. us), and that is: we really should be taking better care of the place.
For instance, does the threat of global warning make it any less shameful that we chop down forests to make pasture for cows we turn into BK Broilers, destroy delicate habitats to line our floors with “beautiful, durable hardwood” slats, dump plastic in the ocean in such quantities that we have created poison-leeching mini-continents drifting in the mid-Pacific, belch enough smoke into the air such that Beijing is a massive cancer-ward while East L.A. reeks half the year in filthy smog, reduce the habitats of brave and beautiful animals like the Siberian Tiger to the point where as a species they are hanging on by a claw?
It does not.
For the sake of the Tiger and the Vu Quong Ox and for those who must breathe filthy air and for the sake of the cruelly torn jungles and forests, can we please take a step back and ask how we might stop the wantonness of our destruction? Does it really matter if we are responsible for Katrina, or Snowmaggedon, or the shrinking of the ice-caps?
It does not.
We just have to stop killing and burning and smoking it up on the massive scale we have become accustomed to, not because we know it’s going to cause a climate problem, but because it’s ugly and stupid and in the end, immoral.
Climate change? Maybe. Throw a little love to the tigers? Yes.
And by the way: Who Dat?