Drowning

I’m confused.
For years there’s been a most dire and prevalent drought that’s permeated the Southwestern United States. A dead serious one. Water is rationed. The venerable and austere Lake Powell shrinks to unbelievable depths, dying before our very eyes. The scientists are gouging their eyes out and committing random acts of hari kari. And cost of living soars into the stratosphere from the general lack thereof.
Now, here in the year two-naught-naught-five, there’s more rain, and subsequently, water, than the Southwest can handle. Mudslides, floods, and damage beyond comprehension deluge their everyday. They are neck deep. Only days before the monsoons dug in their heels, that part of the world desperately needed moisture. The greater Southwest of the United States of America is drowning in the shit now, yet they whine and whinge.
Is it me? Or does it appeal to the common sense in us all that it would be in their best interest to find a way to capture nature’s attempt at balance?
I watched the news this evening and one of their reports revealed an elementary school in Southern California which exhibited more than a little bit of common sense whereby they’ve developed a system of underground cisterns, a method for collecting the rain, storing it for future purpose to utilize what nature provides free of charge, or in their case, hasn’t provided... until now, that is... Net result, grass, trees, potable water, where once there was none, bringing all that nature provides into fruition and harmony, reducing the financial hemorrhage to a nominal, bearable expense on several key levels due to the infusion of a balanced eco system with humanus walkus erectus and all their precious demands and needs. The shade from the trees negating the staggering electric bills served by Enron, for one. Simple, eh?
So why the outright frivolous nescience? Blind bull loon ignorance of what’s right in front of their sunburnt noses and collagened lips?!
I tire of conventional thought processes. Color my ass weary and then some of a race that will raise ten shades of holy Hades about a patch of rare flowers their highway department made extinct in a manner of twenty minutes, but when it comes to finding a way to capture water, a product of which their very lives depend, they’d rather wonder if Michael Jackson did or didn’t!
It’s time to wake up, folks, and put into play what even an elementary student now knows.
What does it fucking take?!
God gives you what you need, but you must first remove your head from rectum and take affirmative action. ...Lord, we humanses know better! Or so we should.
Now.
Not tomorrow.
Now.
Egads, dude... the horror... the horror... and the shuffling, skidmark dumbass that knows no bounds.
Botox that!