Today Sonny Perdue, the governor of Georgia, hosted a prayer service on the steps of the state capitol building in downtown Atlanta. People came from all around to help him pray to God to ease the drought that has gripped the entire Southeastn region. "The only solution is rain, and the only place we get that is from a higher power," Perdue spokesman Bert Brantley said to the press on Wednesday.
How many thousands of years has mankind been praying to God/Gods for rescue from droughts, floods, fires, and anything else that threatens the food supply? A pretty long time, I'd imagine. Prayers like that helps us feeble humans feel pro-active when, really, there is nothing we can do about this situation but let it mellow, stop watering our houseplants, and put a brick in the toilet tank. Then again, there's always Canada.
Photo-op politicians in blue suits praying to their 3-in-one half-man, half-deity sky-God for rain to "Save Our Crops" is about the funniest thing I can imagine right now. But how in the hell am I supposed to explain this kind of thing to Ella? Not that she's old enough to ask yet, but that time is coming, and it looks like shit's just gonna be getting weirder and weirder as the years roll on.
Sometimes it actually looks like humankind is de-evolving and becoming more obvious and Neanderthal every day. Even thirty years ago, you could turn on the t.v. and hope to catch something awesome like The Johnny Cash Show, where Miss June's preaching against 'Nam while badass Jerry Lee Lewis humps his piano like a gibbon on fire. Now what do we have? The same old banal family shows, ER shows, lawyer shows, cop shows, and the glut of "reality" shows with everyday non-special Americans just like me acting like damn morons. It's a horrible mess, really. Unless you have HBO. HBO's a different story.
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