Earth Attacks! Mother Nature strikes back
Published 10:11 am Thursday, May 6, 2010
Got to admit, didn’t find the Icelandic volcano spewing its guts over the last couple of weeks very upsetting.
Of course, if you were one of the thousands forced to get up close and personal with airport terminal linoleum for days on end, I heartily apologize, but encourage you to consider it a small price to pay for our species’ conceit.
The belching of Eyjafjallajokull was a cautionary notice to not take humankind too seriously. We may think we run things around here, but we don’t really run things around here.
I kind of like it when the planet kicks back. Jogs our memory. Re-establishes who’s the real boss.
Our seemingly somnambulant landlord may appear to have nodded off in the midst of our noisy shenanigans but we should never forget it’s a light sleeper, ubiquitously omnipresent and equipped with weapons that make atomic bombs look like dime-store novelties.
What’s most surprising is the lack of terrestrial retaliation. We’re perpetually plundering the home of our host. Poking and prodding and stripping away the upper crust and excavating precious jewels and minerals hidden within.
I would have called the entire human population a cab and kicked us out a couple of eons ago.
No, really. Eons. A Sherwin-Williams lava flood during the Mesozoic Era would have done the trick nicely.
We could easily have been the first victims of Colony Collapse Disorder.
All we do is pillage. And loot. And ransack. And turn up the thermostat without permission.
So a wake-up call like this is kind of bracing. A reminder that we’re all just fleas on a rock. Very busy fleas running around a highly volatile rock perhaps, but still tiny mites clinging to a roundish boulder hurtling through space at fantastic speeds trying to hold on and not poop our pants.
It’s a relief when the evidence that our planet is a sentient being and capable of throwing poison into our air and turning villages into pools of fire and hurling stones the size of houses a mile across the sky is only an inconvenience.
You can be a tertiary curmudgeon, and still not a huge fan of people dying in large numbers like with a hurricane or an earthquake, or a tsunami or another Billy Crystal movie.
All of which seem to be happening a bit more often than what should be normal as of late, or is our ability to instantly view those disasters in high def on YouTube just freaking me out?
And wasn’t it a bit of the old ironic that with all the airports the ash cloud shut down around the world, Reykjavik’s Keflavik International Airport, situated just west of Eyjafjallajokull, stayed wide open — safe from the east-spreading, engine-clogging cloud.
Or was this simply Iceland playing out its financial death rattle and scattering the ashes of its economy over Europe?
Or maybe the planet has finally grown weary of our poaching thievery and is demanding a series of human sacrifices.
And speaking of unspeakable larceny, I’d like to nominate the CEO of Goldman Sachs to be jettisoned into the caldera by golden parachute. Lloyd Blankfein, who deserves the grateful thanks of a nation for finally giving a face to smug.
And then to be safe, we humanely capture Bjork, tag an ear and ship her back up north to soothe our savage landlord. Lady Gaga?
Will Durst is a political comedian who has performed around the world. E-mail Will at firstname.lastname@example.org.