Seeing Red in Black

Trump dumps climate report on Black Friday.

I CAN’T seem to shake this climate thing. Something about impending death focusing the mind? So here I go again with more cheery news. Today, Black Friday, the White House acknowledged what it can no longer deny: climate change is affecting civilization and has just begun what will soon become an irreversible apocalypse. And they released this report today. Today. Black Friday. America’s most frenzied shopping day.

Flames from the Camp fire burn near a home atop a ridge near Big Bend, California. Photo: Josh Edelson/AFP/Getty Images.

And yes, I’m seeing red. If We the People are complacent enough to accept this nihilistic outrage, perhaps we deserve what’s coming? And our children yet unborn? And their children? I refuse to accept that.

Happy shopping, America!

In case you missed it (as intended) here are the stories:


MEANWHILE, some good news: my planet poster design was also picked up by 350 Pittsburgh. That makes four regional groups so far. My offer remains in effect: I will customize this poster for any group anywhere FREE!

Poster for 350 Pittsburgh.

I’m also devising a more upbeat campaign for citizen involvement and activism. It’s not enough to know we’re merrily drifting towards extinction—turns out that message rarely inspires engagement. Who knew!? Worked for me! So I’m developing a second, complementary approach (we still need to wake people up first) to pitch to my local 350 branch.

Don’t know if it will connect. Something needs to. If anyone out there has any ideas, let me know.

Author: Bodhi Bill

BodhiBill.com is about sharing the songs I've been gifted with. Where did they come from? Two remarkable, life-changing events happened In 1996. First, I experienced an unexpected encounter with a friend of the family who was dying. The impact was so profound I left my career in advertising and became a board certified chaplain, working with the dying. Second, original songs began channeling through me with no warning. This was a complete surprise. Even though I'd played guitar since high school, I'd never considered myself a songwriter—or even a singer for that matter. More like a third-rate folk music plunker. But the songs came through anyway. Since I retired in 2015, I now have the time to record and share these songs. Although they are not "commercial" in style or content, I feel they are lovely little gems worth preserving and sharing.

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