Weather Report

Once we had the Hippy-Dippy Weatherman, a free spirit. Those were the days. Now we have the Neo-Fascist News Service and the weather is wholly subsumed to it, a pawn in a political game. "It is not raining," says the neo-fascist weather lackey.

As per instruction. "Look out the window, you idiot," says the bewildered bystander. "Well, I'll be darned," says the lackey, but not to the audience. "It is not raining," he says to the audience. The audience believes him because they believe in belief. 

They walk out in the rain and they say it is not raining. It is a powerful poison, the denial of reality. No one dares to disagree, to say otherwise, to admit the truth and risk censure or worse. "It is not raining," they say, now among themselves. It's conformity.

It's compliance. But they actually believe it, eventually, that it's not raining. They believe it's not raining and they're standing out in the rain. Initially they had only believed that you must believe. Now they don't know what they're doing or why they do it.

I don't know how this ends. I think not well. Signing off.