End, the end … of the year. New Year’s Eve (morning) 2017 (hour 1)

Written by on June 3, 2018


This show happened the Sunday morning of the last day of the calendar year 2017. Posting this show brings me; at least AND finally, into the current year. I’m still about 20 shows behind, but I need to keep the turtle in mind. Slow and steady may not win the race, but it will finish the race. Whereas, succumbing to a nagging sensation of being overwhelmed and unable to function, well that doesn’t get a damn thing done. That’s what it is for me right now. Just keep the head down, emulate the turtle and continue plodding along. It reminds me of bicycling up big hills, the last thing you want to do is look up. Head down, pedals rotating, block out all the cries of pain from the body and keep moving.


Now we return to this long running fictitious speech from the novel penned by Daniel Quinn, The Story of B.


Christianity become the first global salvationist religion, penetrating the Far East and the New World. At the same time it fractures. The first fracture is resisted hard, but after that, disintegration becomes commonplace.

Please don’t overlook the point I’m making here. I’m not collecting signals of human evil. These are reactions to overcrowding—too many people competing for too few resources, eating rotten food, drinking fouled water, watching their families starve, watching their families fall to the plague.


Signs of distress: 1700-1900

The fire burned on under the cauldron of our culture, and the next doubling of our population would take only two hundred years. There would be one and a half billion humans at the end of it, all but half a percent of them belonging to our culture, East and West. It would be a period in which , for the first time, religious prophets would attract followers simple by predicting the imminent end of the world; in which the opium trade would become an international big business, sponsored by the East India Company and protected by British warships; in which Australia, New Guinea, India, Indochina, and Africa would be claimed or carved up as colonies by the major powers of Europe; in which indigenous peoples all around the world would be wiped out in the millions by diseases brought to them by Europeans—measles, pellagra, whooping cough, smallpox, cholera—with millions more herded onto reservations or killed outright to make room for white expansion.


This isn’t to say that native people alone were suffering. Sixty million European died of smallpox in the eighteenth century alone. Tens of millions died in cholera epidemics. I’d need ten minutes to list all the dozens of fatal appearances that plague, typhus, yellow fever, scarlet fever, and influenza made during this period. And anyone who doubts the integral connection between agriculture and famine only examine the record of this period: crop failure and famine, crop failure and famine, crop failure and famine, again and again all over the civilized world. The numbers are staggering. Ten million starved to death in Bengal, 1769. Two million in Ireland and Russia in 1845 and1846. Nearly fifteen million in China and India from 1876 to 1879. In France, Germany, Italy, Britain, Japan and elsewhere, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands died in other famines too numerous to mention.






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