Gaia Versus Ganja

Last year, I wrote, “Today’s Global Warming Fear-Mongering Is Tomorrow’s Late-Night Camp TV.”
A 1930s scare film such as Reefer Madness was seen as high camp by liberals by the time the 1970s rolled around, as were Jack Webb’s anti-communist efforts of the late ’1950s. But seventies liberals, perhaps spurred on by the title of Alvin Toffler’s 1970 book Future Shock, if not the actual contents, had plenty of fears of their own, and wanted you to share the cold sweat of their own brand of paranoia.
Recall the horrific slate of politically-oriented science fiction films that Hollywood churned out in-between 1968′s 2001: A Space Odyssey and 1977′s Star Wars. Films such as Soylent Green, Silent Running and ZPG were obsessed with the Malthusian nightmares of overpopulation and deforestation that dominated the overculture of the time. Rollerball depicted a world controlled by giant corporations, at precisely the same time that Steve and Woz were cobbling together the first Apples in their Bay Area garage. They were followed by Leonard Nimoy’s cheesy synthesizer-scored In Search Of TV series a few years later, which explored Global Cooling, Killer Bees, Deadly Ants, and other ’70s obsessions.
Today, these ’70s efforts are seen as equally campy as Refer Madness became three or four decades after its release. The eco-doomsday films of the naughts, such as The Day After Tomorrow, M. Night Shyamalan’s The Happening, and Al Gore’s own An Inconvenient Truth are well on the way to becoming late night camp TV themselves, and at much faster rate as their equally schlocky predecessors.
Perhaps someone can recut Al’s film and dub it “Climate Madness.” Maybe hire William Shatner to cut an exaggerated Jack Webb-style parody opening.
Who knows: “Climate Madness” could eventually even have the same impact on its genre as his wife Tipper’s efforts to curb raunchy lyrics in pop music.
A new post by Yid With Lid brings global warming’s Reefer Madness connection full circle: “Uh-Oh Moonbats Say Marijuana Causes Global Warming.”
I wonder if at least one portion of the left may suddenly start taking global warming hoaxes a bit more seriously, now that Gaia worship and Ganja worship have just intersected.
Also in the news of doomsday prognostications, ”Rising sea levels, desertification and shrinking freshwater supplies will create up to 50 million environmental refugees by the end of the decade, experts warn today,” the Guardian reported.
Oops — in 2005.
Or to put it another way, “Snowfalls are now just a thing of the past.”
Found via Small Dead Animals; many more not-so-final countdowns collated here.






Today, these ’70s efforts are seen as equally campy as Refer Madness became three or four decades after its release. The eco-doomsday films of the naughts, such as The Day After Tomorrow, M. Night Shyamalan’s 
Tell one of those fools that climate change routinely occurs as a result of entirely natural processes and they will act as if you had told a good Catholic that the Virgin Mary was not a virgin.
Being a genuine 60′s hippie, Dead Head, road tramp, freight train rider, back to the lander, backsliding (lazy) Buddhist, treeplanter, small businessman, truck driver, lover of ganja (not while driving), etc., I feel I know Ms Gaia very well. She has a special love for smelly decaying plant and animal matter (yummy carbon dioxide greens up her realm), doesn’t mind when a big wind topples a tree since it brings minerals up with the exposed roots, and a forest fire helps her little pine seedlings sprout, putting treeplanters out of work. That’s okay, demand for lumber and pulp wood is not slacking off yet. Gaia shares my love for global warming, meaning some grape and fruit trees might thrive farther north and is quite annoyed at this global cooling trend that might last a few decades or an era. But she takes it in stride, since the sun has a of mind of its own. She’s sniffing oak leaf mold this spring, gets her high. l