Today, it got to be 116 degrees in Chico California.

I’ve been in 120 in Honduras.

116 is hot as fuck. As I was going along on my scooter, I felt the heat cooking me.

It hurt.

That is something I wonder about.

If I’ve been in hotter with higher humidity, and I’ve been in this heat, and in Carson city it got around 110 last summer, Oklahoma in the 90’s 115.

There’s something going on. It might be the sun is getting hotter.

The sun is getting hotter.  There’s nothing we can do about that.

We could live underground.

We need to start looking at how to stop waste.

If we will be living underground, why pollute the earth that is our home.

Zero point energy is a thing and we have access to it, not me or you,  but they.

Those that wish to not be  noticed.

Conspiracy is what they call it.

Who remembers the episode of Stargate SG-1 where they let a TV show be created as a matter of plausible deniability.

What if?

What if they knew no one would believe it.

Even in the episode, Carter says it.

I want to meet the cast.

This is where my mind goes at this pace, and I’m stoned to slow my mind down enough to write this shit.

My mind is always a blur with something popping up for realization.

Constantly learning from the world around me.

I believe in humanism.

I’m a humanist.

We can do this better than we have done.

It takes all of us to save us all.