End Of The Line

I was at the end of line last weekend. Well not quite but Tranent. Seton Sands is the end of the line. This might have been a significant point in my life or at least just a bus stop. 'You Are Here'->. I certainly was. At least there was a chance to get back and have another go. That chance happened to be a ride on a bus.

For a moment I thought of being a lonely wanderer, staying out there in the wilderness and making my way where life is slowed to the infra-red spectrum. I'd see your brain make a thought before you made it. Then I realised that that would be faster and I boarded the bus. Ridacard... beep. The journey didn't take me back through my life so much as through some peculiar Scottish villages. I tried and failed to link them.

It's the week after now and I'm waiting on my Beetlejuice costume for an 80s party this weekend. On Sunday I will open my eyes and as the blurry image of a sign fades into my consciousness I hear a voice. It's the bus driver and with a grimace Beetlejuice turns and softly announces 'End Of The Line'. Seton Sands.

Join The Space Race

It is my opinion that we are never going to save the planet. At 20 billion to 30 billion years, the Sun will expand into a red ball and die, overwhelming Earth with the heat. Oceans will boil and evaporate, and other planets near the sun also will burn, leaving nothing but orbiting chunks of barren rock. Why are we worrying about global warming, the destruction of the rainforest or the depletion of the planet's limited resources?

Countries that have signed the Kyoto Protocol have agreed to an average reduction of greenhouse gases of 5.2% from 1990 levels by the year 2012. I have other plans. If we all stop for a minute, dissolve society as it is, and agree to build hundreds of thousands of spaceships I believe that we will sustain the human race on Earth for about another ten generations.

There will be jobs for everyone, from mining raw materials to manufacture and design. That is only to mention the development of the crafts themselves and subsidiary jobs would be created in ensuring the craft workforce wellbeing such as housing, agriculture, mining ecstacy and drilling the buckfast fields. I have envisaged a fully employed planet with a happy workforce who will also be free to have casual sex with each other.

Once the spaceships are complete the Earth will have been stripped of all of the necessary elements for human survival except that we will have stock piled fuel sources of all forms. It will be a little like Battle Royale. Some ships will have kerosene, others wood, and some sunflower oil. Every human would have a cabin on the spaceship, two by two, and all crafts would take off in different directions at various locations around the world. You see what I'm getting at here? Let's escape this exploding fucking fireball. Chances are that one of the spaceships will happen across a habitible planet where we can work out the new rules of physics, apply them to great benefit of everyone, and then pass control to the New Earth banks.