Aw’ hell she’s all hot–her heat-up’s begun
Tell me, please; what I do, hon?
I can’t stop tornadoes or bugs on the march
The glaciers are toast, you’re changing the coast
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Her temperature spikes when pine fires leap
Gaia my love–is this your cycle for heat?
Aw’ hell she’s all hot–her heat-up’s begun
Tell me, please; what I do, hon?
Two decades ago, calculations came to light regarding the most curious event of our age: Peak Stupid. Previously, it had been a fait accompli that the world’s supply of stupid would remain an unending cascade of drivel destined to flow for generations. Enough stupid to run our government, enough stupid to cripple our economy, nonsense to support the growth of stupid cartels, to foster stupid third world development, stupid policies, and stupid geo-engineering projects–once upon a time–stupid seemed unstoppable.