I turned on the TV last night just in time to see the Olympic torch lighting ceremony. In one last bit of defiance, Gaia refused to release from her motherly grasp one of the in-ground pillars that would shoot the Olympic flame skyward. It stayed clutched in Gaia's bosom. The other man-made, CO2-belching pillars ripped the earth, and shot skyward. Gaia's gentle tears fell from the sky. In spite of Earth's protests, the cauldron was lit, and in a moment that united billions with enraptured emotion, CO2 belched gloriously forth from the Olympic flame.
Meanwhile, on the ground, trucks continue 24/7 to haul snow -- snow -- on a three-hour trip to the Olympic site, along with helicopters. Somebody in Africa is going to have to go a long time without electricity to pay for this we-are-the-world-and-you're-not moment.
Funny thing. The same people who love the Olympics, who love flying in from all over the world to get there, and then flying all the way back again, are the same people who think the Earth is on fire and want to control our lives.
If the Earth really faced imminent catastrophe, wouldn't it have been better to cancel the games?
And that's the way the stayed-at-home-deserve-a-medal Ball bounces.