... for tomorrow we die!
A saying as old as the hills and derived from the biblical books of Ecclesiastes and Isaiah and the reason cities such as Berlin, convinced that nuclear conflagration was potentially a heartbeat away, became such hedonistic party towns during the cold war.
Yet, there it is... still.
Today, we have mansion inhabiting, motorcade riding, private jet owning, tropical resort holidaying, ultra-hypocrites telling us that in just a few short years that we will either drown as our continents are sucked down in a whirlpool of rapidly rising sea levels, or shrivel up into burnt and starving crisp as temperatures escalate to Venusesque proportions.
One od two scenerios seem certain:
1/ It will.
2/ It won't.
Frankly, I no longer care.
Today, I went with she who must be obeyed (in return for several earthly sins of the flesh ) to watch some stunningly beautiful and prohibitively expensive horses (and riders) impress us with their prowess, while gorging on French Brie, Spanish Chorizo, French Baguette and Italian Organic Merlot; chatting to some truly wonderful people...
...and i thought to myself; life is good. Too good to worry about stuff I have no control over.
So I've made a 7.5 months past new year's resolution: From now on I refuse to argue about AGW, house prices, bear markets, or other future events that will or won't reveal themselves despite what I or anyone else says. I will be impressively happy and uncaring.
I will spend my money on things that make me feel good, whether that is French wine or saving the whales and not a cent on anything else.
For truly, tomorrow we all die, and you're a long time dead... and if the human race collectively wants to destroy itself, so be it, I'm going out in style...
...and with a smile.
Eat drink and be merry, for tomorrow we all die.