I really didn’t need to add the term Polar Vortex to my lexicon any more than I needed to add an extra layer of technical winter clothing just to be able to safely go outside but, I have and I do.  Like so many concerned thinking humans, I have been consumed by the unimaginable circumstance of all things Trumpian and have merely touched on our other existential threat, the looming uninhabitability of Earth.  In very recent times past, such dire, irrefutable scientific evidence would have initiated more of a hair-on-fire coordinated response, led by forward-thinking American and other smarty pants innovators and, voila, Ozone Layer hole…fixed.  In the hell-bent-on-chaos grip of Trump’s teeny, tiny hands, taking stock of the most potentially lethal policy is akin to playing Whack-a-Mole with minimalized hand-eye coordination and without the plastic mallet.

To underline the Republican disconnect, in a televised reaction to the President’s musings of declaring a National Emergency to slime his way into funding his big, beautiful wall, Little Marco Rubio, the Senator from the soon to be submerged state of Florida, opined, “This would be a dangerous precedent.  Imagine a future President Kamala Harris declaring Climate Change a National Emergency.”  Duh!!!

We are so running out of time to act.  Is actively and openly leading the most powerful nation on Earth on a path to devastation not grounds for being dragged away in chains?  What am I missing?