The buzzing of a chainsaw has my gut in knots. How can I protest the deforestation of the rainforest when I’m part of the very problem that I doth protest? Our neighbors are going batshit crazy over building more and more rentals on their properties, because if one is good, three is better? The same folks who have no interest in investing in recycling because that’s just way too much effort? Why save the planet if you don’t even care to save the jungle.
The howlers are screaming as their homes are being cut down for building sites and better views. I feel their pain viscerally as I sit here, cringing as they howl. And yet we chose to move here, and are every bit as much to blame for the deforestation of this area as the avaricious developers scooping up land and throwing up expensive homes that no Tico could ever afford to live in. The world is so effed up. How did we get here? And more importantly, how do we fix it? I’m out of ideas, and hope.
The marginally bright side of this horrible debacle is that I resisted the temptation to expound upon the abortion crisis. But…the road to hell is paved with good intentions. I was part of that fight fifty years ago to legalize some (sadly not all) abortion rights, and never dreamed I’d live to see the day that we would be backsliding over a hundred years. Or, to bring it closer to home, we would be assuming some modern-day Sharia law in the name of Christianity. Not so far off from those evil terrorists in the Middle East after all.
I have just been blessed with some divine intervention. A cleansing rain has descended on the jungle that has put the kibosh on the chainsaws, at least temporarily. The howlers have calmed, and so have I. At least temporarily.
Pura Vida.
May. 10, 2022
CAROL29.05.2022 18:20
Well while the rainforest is going to hell, obviously we are doing a very poor job, in the States, with the Right to Choose and Gun Safety. I feel so outraged!
Judy Richter 