The Beginning (and End) of Civilization, and Global Warming

Here I am, typing briskly on the laptop, sweating profusely, and all of a sudden,  words slips through my mind, the picture I tried to paint blurred by the saline liquid, everything muddled.

If the productivity of one person is calculated by his monthly output times 12, we should start cutting the factor by 2, maybe 3, from now on, because in the ever rising heat of the summer, nothing is reasonably supposed to be produced. Nothing at all.

I wondered aloud in "Bozos with Big Guns"(, or more accurately, the author wondered in "Guns, Germs, and Steel") why Europeans instead of New Guineans ruled the world today. The reason should be clear by now, if not among the best and brightest scientists ever touring from one weather convention to the next, at least to the heatstroke victims in those sub-tropical/semi-tropical/bona-fide-tropical nations, which practically means their entire populations, all over the world.

If the Spaniards cheated the hell out of the Mayans and acquired civilization superiority, that's because Spanish is higher in latitude than the aboriginal empires. With global warming creeping up, you needed to go further north to keep yourselves cool-headed, and that's how the French, the British, and the Germans kicked the Spaniards down from the top of the ranking system.

And you can easily see where the trends go, just take a peek at the latest score cards like World Happiness Index or Competitive Report, and the Nordic countries are really beating the sxxt out of the Brits and the Yankees.

Got it? The greenhouse may have created life, but it's high-temperature-and-horrendous-humidity also destroyed, is destroying, and will keep destroying the productivity and creativity of the human being. Ironic, huh?

My muddled head and paralyzed damp body is proof.