Greetings once more populace at large! Another warm one out there, this week the dog’s been “pantier” than a Victoria’s Secret catalogue!

Given the glorious heat wave it seems an appropriate time to move forward with a specific piece from last week. In high school they had an introductory economics course during which I had to compose a presentation on water and its corresponding economic entanglements. That assignment had a lasting impact on me. Living where I do it’s easy to lose touch with the fact that vast swathes of the planet are in desperate need of clean water at all times. Not much of an excuse though.

Something else I’ve always retained from that project was a Mark Twain quote I started it with, “Whiskey is for drinking; water is for fighting over”. How incredibly accurate that seems today. If you think we’ve fought wars over oil, a veritable luxury in comparison, wait until water’s scarcity truly becomes recognized… Maybe desalinization will come through before we all kill each other. I’ll start a pool.

H2-NO, May 19, 2018

Glistening, precious molecule

Treated in ways so often cruel

As other sources started pure

Yet with us could not long endure

Stagnant pool made from flawless lake

A human’s sense of give and take

We poison and toxify life

Withhold our aid from those in strife

Water’s a treasure for all man

Must redistribute if we can

Most important’s wasting no more

I’ll lap it up from off the floor

OK that’s false but I don’t cry

Over milk, though this wets my eye

Each drop that’s left must be cherished

Act now before all have perished.

I do have the recording of the poem included below today. Enjoy!

I feel as though it’s time for me to replace my soap box into the closet and set about normal human things now, Thank you so much for taking time out of your likely stuffed Taco Tuesday for my benefit. I hope it was worth it!

Peace and love and high-fructose corn syrup to you all.

-Alex Blaikie

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