Well, everyone, I can hardly believe it but it's true. It's over. It's finally over.
Hard to believe that just one month ago it was all worsening and the metrics that alerted us to the crisis in the first place were just climbing and climbing without respite. We looked at our fellow earthlings, unsure of what to do, where to go with our species and the mountains of civilization that no individual had constructed yet which certainly existed, spewing out carbon dioxide as a volcano spews lava. Would we all die a tragic, self-imposed heat death as the planet grew warmer and warmer until the trees melted and the ocean burned and all the lovable things in the world unjustly paid the price for corporate greed?
Thank God it didn't come to that. Today we celebrated in the streets, weeping and shouting, that global warming was over. This must be what winning a war feels like. This feels damn good.
The victory, I dare say, could not have been possible were it not for the relentless efforts of the good people at Earth Hour, the crusading organizers that had the courage and fortitude to bring an end to the climate catastrophe.
As the lights turned off slowly, I felt calmness pervading me. Every flick of a switch bade my heart to turn to liquid joy so much more. Our parents caused this, but it took this generation to fix it, and to that I say: it feels good to fix things.
Now documentaries can return to pertaining to important things people don't know anything about and environmentalism can return to being a wack discipline most of us only care about when approached by that one friend whose thing is that she recycles everything. Green can stop being a trendy color and corporations can relish in finding new ways to sell their products to consumers. Americans can buy whatever cars they want without a hybrid-pushing minority cramming Priuses down their throats. Perhaps best of all, today's youth, the heroes of the climate war, can look up at the pollution-free sky and think to themselves, "you know, I can't wait to tell my children about the spectre that was global warming and the glorious victory that was achieved with Earth Hour 2009."
Nations came together, no! People came together, and we crushed carbon in its tracks. Were I only able to dry my eyes for any considerable length of time and see the new world before us! I don't think I can fully comprehend the miracle yet. Maybe I'm still living in a world before we all turned off our lights for half an hour. Maybe I'll be struck with the majesty fully here in a day or so. God I hope so.
And so, in closing, America, world... Earth... congratulations are to be had everywhere. Good job everyone. It's... it's all over now. I'm going to go let my car idle for the next week. Who's with me?
Hard to believe that just one month ago it was all worsening and the metrics that alerted us to the crisis in the first place were just climbing and climbing without respite. We looked at our fellow earthlings, unsure of what to do, where to go with our species and the mountains of civilization that no individual had constructed yet which certainly existed, spewing out carbon dioxide as a volcano spews lava. Would we all die a tragic, self-imposed heat death as the planet grew warmer and warmer until the trees melted and the ocean burned and all the lovable things in the world unjustly paid the price for corporate greed?
Thank God it didn't come to that. Today we celebrated in the streets, weeping and shouting, that global warming was over. This must be what winning a war feels like. This feels damn good.
The victory, I dare say, could not have been possible were it not for the relentless efforts of the good people at Earth Hour, the crusading organizers that had the courage and fortitude to bring an end to the climate catastrophe.
As the lights turned off slowly, I felt calmness pervading me. Every flick of a switch bade my heart to turn to liquid joy so much more. Our parents caused this, but it took this generation to fix it, and to that I say: it feels good to fix things.
Now documentaries can return to pertaining to important things people don't know anything about and environmentalism can return to being a wack discipline most of us only care about when approached by that one friend whose thing is that she recycles everything. Green can stop being a trendy color and corporations can relish in finding new ways to sell their products to consumers. Americans can buy whatever cars they want without a hybrid-pushing minority cramming Priuses down their throats. Perhaps best of all, today's youth, the heroes of the climate war, can look up at the pollution-free sky and think to themselves, "you know, I can't wait to tell my children about the spectre that was global warming and the glorious victory that was achieved with Earth Hour 2009."
Nations came together, no! People came together, and we crushed carbon in its tracks. Were I only able to dry my eyes for any considerable length of time and see the new world before us! I don't think I can fully comprehend the miracle yet. Maybe I'm still living in a world before we all turned off our lights for half an hour. Maybe I'll be struck with the majesty fully here in a day or so. God I hope so.
And so, in closing, America, world... Earth... congratulations are to be had everywhere. Good job everyone. It's... it's all over now. I'm going to go let my car idle for the next week. Who's with me?
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