what happened at the extinction rebellion in chicago? i heard not a peep down here in obombaland. you know where i was. with the dogs. i'll search. some are on the front lines, and some are rebels in spirit. i have to think that matters, and hope that's not just to assuage my guilt, for my guilt is stubbornly resistant nonetheless. 
i'd like to think of a global tide turning but i think it will be a tidal wave. we can rebel simply by caring whether life goes on, and somehow i think it will, but through cataclysm and collapse. we have an economic system that is entirely entrenched, that is killing life on earth.
the violent empire will persist in destroying us until it too collapses and then perhaps nature will replace the waste of empire with tentative new growth. one day everyone still alive may understand what abundance really means, by nature, and what the empire of waste and war endeavored to destroy.  

post dat. at first i saw a funeral march carrying a giant with musicians playing a jazz dirge bringing up the rear, the giant-carriers chanting status quo! wake up! wake up sleeping giants! hope dies- action begins! 

thanks to extinction rebellion, and to mister mulberry for the pictures.