This post is dedicated to Chindiana Trails for expressing disapproval toward my recent optimistically-toned writings.
Last week, I watched an interview/documentary called Collapse and have been reflecting over it ever since. Unlike so many well-watched deliveries in the past, the Netflix envelope containing the DVD was crisp and new. And as evidence to its limited exposure, the disc had been sitting unwatched in front of my TV for weeks. You see, I’ve been avoiding local and national news lately because I actually feel my face swell with anger and frustration and it’s quite the uncomfortable bloat. As a simple solution, I’ve taken the advice I received from a ride to
Big Bend: “Man, change the channel.” And I have, and I feel better. Collapse arrived from my queue before I could bump it and I couldn’t bring myself to send it back without watching it, so I did.
The documentary is about the total collapse of civilization as we know it with the running out of oil as the single catalyst. The man behind the theory is a guy named Michael Ruppert. I spent half the movie dismissing him as an arrogant crazy person and the other half struggling to counter his position. Essentially, oil is in everything: plastics, paint, even food. It is responsible for generating energy for our entire way of life and we are unarguably running out of it. The guy’s evenly apocalyptic the entire interview, which can be a little tiring but he seems to transcend blue, red, even green politics, and I appreciate his dumping politicians into the same bastard theater.
Anyway, if you don’t watch it, at least check out the 2-minute trailer. I promise your face won’t swell with anger or frustration. . .or don’t watch it, but when the shit hits the fan, don’t bother trying to join the marauding clan I will have assembled because we will eat you. Better, Mr. Trails?