I had no idea! Naming one's children Huckleberry!
Or Sky!
Or something icky like Marmaduke!
Who the hell names their kid Marmaduke?
And, they're damned Calvinists!
Man vs. Wild! Humbug!
We are part of the wild and it's damned time we recognized it!
This damnable disaster sensationalism!
Then, because we are so hellishly betwaddled with fantasies of undaunted heroism in the face of Nature wreaking its worst upon us ... Piddle!
I say, Piddle!
We, humankind, are the disaster! We visit our own disasters upon ourselves in the form of monstrous mudslides from recklessly clear cut slopes that invite disaster upon humankind. The ignominious dying of drowning in mud.
Or coastal drownings in actual water, salt water even, because of the tiresome keenings of fools like James Inhofe of landlocked, tornado-torn Oklahoma against the reality of global climate change ... caused by humans.
When are we going to be able to wipe the scum of corporately generated poop upon our eyelids to see the real dangers of unregulated corporations who do not give one damn about humanity, or weather or climate or landscape or water or air, because corporations only exist on a piece of paper or in a computer program and do not experience weather or climate or drink water or breathe air or even set a foot, or paw, or even a cloven hoof upon landscape.
And, we pitiful humans deign to think that we can actually know about ethics and morality:
Devout Calvinists, they taught the children for six hours a day, instructing them in religious thinkers such as Thomas Aquinas and St. Augustine. "Ethics and morality would be constant verbiage in our conversations," his father recalls. "Bowe was definitely instilled with truth. He was very philosophical about perceiving ethics."
The infinite wisdom of uncertainty. And the billions of ongoing experimentation by Ma Nature.
That's all we have.