Requiescat In Pace

A strange thing happened to me the other day. I think I blew my "outrage" fuse. It was the one that enabled me to care about the fate of another species: man. I'm not quite sure what the catalyst was. It could have been the far right's attack on a 12-year-old boy that was aided by the conventional press, it might have been the discovery that only a couple of weeks after George Bush took office (and a full seven months before 9/11) he was already ordering warrantless searches of people's telephone records, it's possible that it was the fact that the top economics experts are now predicting a crash bigger than the Great Depression, or maybe it was the knowledge that although everyone is perfectly aware that people are destroying the world's climate stability, and with it the basis for civilization itself, no one cares enough to actually DO anything about it.

Perhaps it was just the overwhelming volume of it all, but I've decided that being a bear in a human world just isn't working. I've tried and tried to make sense out of the human race, but nothing can explain the inhumanity I see all around me. So I'm going back to the woods and hibernate for the winter. It might be that when springtime comes and there's a fresh crop of honey in the trees, I'll feel better. But for now, I don't think there's any hope that mankind will grow up enough to stop its headlong rush into oblivion. I don't know if the world will be better off without people, but I do know that it can do a much better job of taking care of itself without them.

After all, I'm only a little bear and even I know you could have done better....