Having lost faith in America and Americans, God and religion, I’ve decided to go ahead and enjoy myself. There’s yet some living to do until the earth-shattering kaboom! ends life as we know it on earth. Or a gurgle, a fwoom, a clank, or a whimper, whatever the noise turns out to be.
Speaking of planets, did you know humans reside in the Milky Way? We do. It’s home sweet home and a typical spiral galaxy consisting of billions upon billions of stars, one of which is the Sun. The name Milky Way actually describes its appearance as seen from earth — a hazy, luminous band of stars and gas clouds stretching across the sky. But earth is barely a blip in the vastness of space, a speck.
The spatial size of the universe cannot, in fact, be measured. It includes all of space and time, as well as planets, stars, and galaxies, matter and energy. The observable universe, by contrast, is estimated to contain two trillion — or two million million — galaxies. We’re on one planet in one galaxy afloat in an infinite, unknowable cosmos. All 7.7 billion of us.
Naturally, I won’t have the chance to meet everyone, so let me just say it’s been a pleasure sharing the planet with you. Well, most of you, anyway. I certainly could’ve done without Sideshow Don and his creepy staff of misfits.
It just boggles my mind to think one fat idiot, one inconsequential, unstable microorganism surrounded by dark matter, could blow our world to smithereens in a hissy fit. Rational people could stop him from the kamikaze mission he’s on by, say, impeaching him. Or invoking the 25th Amendment to the Constitution, thereby removing his unfit ass from office. Or changing the locks on the White House. But they don’t.
You know why? Congressional leaders claim they need ‘further evidence.’ Like what, a confession? We have no Justice Department. We have no Supreme Court. We have no EPA or Department of Education or expectations for a decent future. And Congress insists on a guarantee? Fine, the United States government is failing everyone in the world. How’s that for a guarantee?
Now, if you’ll excuse me, a gorgeous Sunday afternoon awaits. Let’s all cross our fingers that a lovely Sunday evening will follow.
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