Mommy, where's the monster?

 

Again and again. “Mommy, where’s the monster?” This went on for a whole week, apparently.

And finally, wondering if something was really wrong with her daughter, her mother, my friend’s sister, asked, in a combination of exasperation and concern: “Darling, there’s no monster! Monsters aren’t real. You know that! Everything’s fine. What makes you think there’s a monster? What monster?”

The little girl replied. And I guarantee that her answer is going to suddenly chill you to the bone, just like it did me, and my friend.

“The monster that’s killing all the birds, mommy.”

Reminds one of Spielberg's dark AI film but this time it's GW, the monster of our own making, ushering in the 6th great extinction event known as the Anthropocene. 

Atomic bomb tests like this one at Bikini Atoll in 1946 not only reassured military personnel that the bomb worked, but also created a powerful new symbol of the destructive power of the human specis: the mushroom cloud

Everywhere, the move away from normalcy is happening at light speed as transitions are never linear, only exponential as seen by the frightening heat map at the top of the page. A Wet Bulb Moment looms.