I live in Los Angeles (for now) and I had no idea that I’m living in a deadly hell. No, this isn’t about the typhus. It’s about global warming.
Here, courtesy of The Guardian, is a report on an apocalypse I had no idea was even going on. “A special kind of hell: fires, smoke and heat turn LA into a deadly paradise.”
Sorry, neither deadly, nor a paradise. The fires have had a very limited impact on LA.
The Los Angeles weather forecast has been consistent this week: sunny, hot and potentially deadly.
LA is known around the world as a beachy paradise, with palm trees lining the streets and perpetually pleasant weather. But the climate crisis has increasingly turned some days into a special kind of hell.
Journalism, what would we do without it?
Good thing, fact checking doesn’t apply to the media so it’s free to run nonsense like this as long as it plugs into its political agenda.
Anyway, apparently everyone in LA is already dead of global warming except the idiots the author interviews who have somehow survived the apocalypse which erased all other life from LA leaving only them and Vincent Price.
A few miles away on Hollywood Boulevard by the Walk of Fame, Naraji Moral, 27, was sweating in the hot sun on a corner where she and other rappers perform for passersby.
“I feel like the government is f___g with our planet,” she said, standing in 90F (32C) heat. “I’m waiting for fall. This is not fall.”
This is your brain. This is your brain on the media.