Dave Mason and is Fascist buddies.

 There’s a peculiar kind of dishonesty that doesn’t announce itself as a lie. A glacier looks permanent—that’s its trick—and when it disappears, we notice, briefly. Consider the polar bear not as a symbol, but as a system dependent on time and ice; remove that time slowly and collapse becomes quiet, statistical, deniable. In places like Cancún, the story flips—growth masks decay—but calling it failure would be dishonest, because it’s working exactly as designed. Then there’s water: essential, invisible, ignored until it’s gone, and by then the answer is already all of the above. The issue isn’t that systems are under strain—it’s that we pretend they aren’t. There’s a grim comedy in orbiting satellites to document our own consequences, because observation is not intervention. So the feedback loop runs—predictable, uninterrupted—and language softens it into something manageable. Are humans screwed? Not in the dramatic sense. This isn’t the end of the world. The problem is simpler: perception hasn’t kept pace with impact, and that gap has momentum. These images—glaciers, coasts, lakes—aren’t predictions. They’re records. You’re not being shown what might happen, but what is. And the real danger isn’t failure—it’s partial success: adapting just enough to continue, until worse stops feeling like worse and becomes the baseline.