my dog friend planted 300 bulbs and the lilacs started blooming. she said it's a harbinger, pronounced like spring. i said everything's a harbinger now, pronounce like binge. she was more doomstruck than i about the final trumpet. i said we have to take the long view. like the cherokee, and the palestinians. like what choice do we have? keep planting flowers that will bloom and die in the dead of winter? we don't have government, we have crime. the long view is all we have to hope for. it's nature's way. whatever survives will have to become indigenous to the forsaken land.